I want to start off today by wishing Teacher Sis a Happy Birthday. You should make it a point to wish her one as well, or else she might pick you off one by one using a higher powered rifle while comfortable nestled in a nook on a bell tower. I’m just saying, it would be in your best interest to wish her a Happy Birthday.

I saw this yesterday and it was just so weird and creepily sexual that I had to take a photo of it.

It's for the kids.

See, I told you it was creepy.

Speaking of yesterday, I spent the morning working on my office with Le Duke and Steve Dee and part of the early afternoon helping Teacher Sis put a wedding cake together. I mainly just stirred the icing, whether she wanted me to or not. I also helped with the flower placement stuff. Anyway, wanna see the cake? Here you go:

Now is time for cake.

Is nice, no? Yeah, I keep telling Teacher Sis that I will let her make our wedding cake if Pancake Land and I ever decide to get hitched. There is one condition, though. And she knows what it is. You’ll all just have to be surprised. Or, I guess you could probably just ask her and she would tell you.

So the kittens are getting along a lot better. Eazy has decided that he wants to play with the new boys, and now they are like “Screw you, buddy!” so now they are the hissing and growling ones. Small steps. Also, Hobbes has decided that he wants to throw up a lot. I suspect it was him who vomited yesterday during my posting. But, who knows? There are so many animals in this house and somebody’s always throwing up or having diarrhea or needing to be fed or squawking constantly or…

I can’t wait until the animals become children who can then lie and blame things on their brothers and sisters.

Deception + Vomit to clean up = Being a grown up

Being a grown up sounds lame. Lost Boys forever! Bang-a-rang and whatnot.

Anywho, I’m going to spend the day working on insulating my office, cleaning out Big Red, and trying to beat this last level of the Tower of Spirits in Spirit Tracks. Sounds like a lot of hard work. Maybe I deserve a cake. Oh, that reminds me that I need to get the groceries for this week’s dinner menu. Well this stuff is not going to do itself. More soon. ~SC