Anyway, my mom made me a pineapple upside down cake for my birthday. It was heavy and moist--reminded me a bit of a sticky pudding, actually--and delicious. I had...well, let's just say I ate way too much of it. Mmmm.*
Dog has been contriving to act like a toddler lately. He's been snubbing his food! It's been years since last he did that (time was, he wouldn't eat the same food for more than a month at a go; nearly died of it, actually, when he got pancreatitis from the constant changes) and I can't decide if it is just that the last food was that good, or if he's just feeling his oats and is not afraid of snubbing chow. Either way, it's a pain in the arse--getting him to eat has turned into some sort of power play on his part, and for a while there I was afraid he was ill (until he stole my mother's dinner and snarfed it down, proving it's not all food he hates, just his,) which made it difficult for me to knit. Inconsiderate! But I have been doing some knitting and will get back to that as soon as the yarn arrives.
Toys! I love birthdays.
*Hey! There's vitamins in the pineapple. Not so much in the sour cream or butter or sugar, but the pineapple is good for you. Very good for you. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday!!!!
Happy Birthday to you! :D
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