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Happy 50th Birthday Morrissey! I want to thank you for all that you have given me. Like... my middle name... the music I listened to in Momma's belly... and the coolest onesie ever!

Okay, so about the time that Christmas happened, my Daddy got the wild hair that the house needed to be child proofed. So he put on his tool belt, got out his drill and starting making it impossible for me to open all of my favorite doors. Dad also realized that the childproofing doodads didn't require much drilling, but he still left the belt on and starting making jokes about plumbers, which neither Mommy or I thought were funny, and the childproofing pretty much ended.