Friday, November 13, 2009

Post 1963. That number is also the year I was sliced out of my mother's womb. Speaking of slicing, little Snowball is getting his furry balls removed today. He also is getting some antibiotic for the case of gingivitis that my buddy Mason pointed out that he had. It explains why Snowball has had nasty breath recently.

In better smelling news, I will be making Forrest and Travis pesto pizza, salad, and a chocolate cake with hazelnut filling. This is not a birthday cake for Forrest, whose birthday is tomorrow by pure coincidence.

Mummy arrives Monday. It will be nice to have her here for the winter, but my social life will be cramped. I guess I better clean house this weekend.

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