On a happyish note, the stinky boy Joel turned two years old on Sunday the 10th.
I'd like to say that is a good thing, but the older (and more mobile) he gets the more annoying he gets to me. I know I'm the "bees knees" but jeez. How about a moment's peace???
He doesn't get that a hiss means "back off bub!" He thinks it is funny. Then when I pop him (closed paw of course) he cries and says "Joel sad" and then I feel like crap. Mommy and daddy have been very understanding and walled off the dining room with "baby gates" that have a pet door for me to squeeze thru. But, I don't want to spend all my time off by myself just to get a nap!
So, happy birthday you hairless monkey boy. Now let me sleep.
