It’s My Birthday

Can I just tell you that FaceCrack is keeping me from writing this post? Having a birthday on FaceCrack is awesome, but I’m responding to birthday wishes as they come in and DANG, I have a lot of friends! Maybe I’ll finish writing this by noon …

So because it’s my birthday, two things. First, I announce the winner of the Dance Off contest. Woohoo!!! And second, I get to write whatever I want here. It’s my party, people.

Horse? Or dog? — Life is just one big party when you have a horse head mask. And a dog. And treats to apologize to the dog for making him wear a horse head mask.

The Dance Off had two entries.

Um, that's Mort, dancing to the Jones theme song, and that's Jen, dead, BECAUSE SHE HAD HER SPEAKERS TURNED UP. Moral of this story? Jen is a genius and an amazing artist. The End. — Um, that’s Mort, dancing to the Jones theme song, and that’s Jen (Stylish Canine), dead, BECAUSE SHE HAD HER SPEAKERS TURNED UP. Moral of this story? Jen is a genius and an amazing artist. The End.

Note to self: don’t make people work for a treat. Dogs will work for a treat nine ways to Sunday. People? Not so much. Our two amazing entries were Dawn, at Pet Auto Safety:

And Taylor, Chewy’s foster mom for many months:

And I’ve made an executive decision, rather than use the Random Number Generator, and both are winners! So Dawn and Taylor, pick your treats! Congratulations!!!

Now, on to the birthday celebration! My bestie gave me most fun gifts this year, beginning with my favorite:

OM NOM NOM! Godzilla eat gnomes! — “OM NOM NOM!!! Godzilla say gnomes good! Eat gnomes! Good as Jones treats!” Don’t get carried away, there, ‘Zilla. Jones are pretty darn good.

Moving to a necessity:

Duckie shower caps ROCK — That is a duck shower cap. And behind my hand? A door mat which says, “Ask not for whom the dog barks. The dog barks for thee.” LOVE.

And this adorable little sign for the top of the piano:

Small gang — This is a true saying when it comes to a best friend. We’re especially like a small gang when in a book store and someone gets in our way. I WILL CUT YOU.

The coup de grace, though, is the gift from my mother. Seriously, y’all – there are no words.

Colored pencil pet portrait — Chewy! How stunning is this? My mom did this in colored pencil. I LOVE IT!!!

So before I get trapped responding to more birthday wishes, I’m going to post this and shut off the computer, then go celebrate! Okay, so I’m really going to get dressed and check on the new chickens. It’s pouring rain and they don’t have the house that the big girls have to stay dry. Y’all have a great weekend!

Until I write again …

Flea

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