I retired all of my black pants and invested in an industrial strength vacuum.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy Birthday Big GUY!!
Wrigs kept tossing and turning in his sleep last night, which was extremely annoying since he sleeps between me and Tom. I think he's struggling with turning another year older because this morning he woke up and asked me if he could get Bow-tox.
I know that was really lame, I apologize. Ok now he's telling me to get off the computer and make him some pup tarts so I gotta run. He's quite the demanding birthday boy!
Skinny Lil' Chum wishes Wrigs a Happy Birthday too.
p.s. Chumley's birthday gift to Wrigley was a big stinky poo! This is the best gift ever because after a few days on his stool softener, things are finally starting to move!!! Time to party!