It's NOT My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To!

So the Monkey is one year older. Big deal! So she had a chocolate cake. Don't care! So she had a party. Ha! I don't know why she is so special today. Because she was born. Whatever, I was born too once. Besides who wants an old doll. That's what she got an old doll. You won't catch me touching that thing. Heh, heh, yeah I might touch it, but you won't catch me!!

How does that song go? Oh yeah...Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! You look like a Monkey and you smell like one too!

A Little Culture

Notes From the Boss


You might think that I spend my days just drooling and tasting my toys, but you would be wrong. I'm not saying that stuff isn't good. I quite enjoy it actually, especially the toy part, but I would like you know that I take time out to culture myself. Yes indeed. I'm all over culture and stuff. Why just this week I took time out to watch a ballet. Okay so, it was The Queen's ballet class, but it still counts. The dancing was...yeah I didn't see much of that. The stairs were awesome though, and I loved bouncing on Mom's legs. 

No culture with this one...none!

Yum...coffee! Just kidding..it's empty!

After a good ballet, there is nothing like a great cup of joe. I recommend the Peppermint Mocha at Dunkin Doughnuts. 

I think The Monkey had a little too much hot chocolate.

How to Enjoy a Meal

Notes From the Boss
Over the past few months I have discovered food. I find it to be quite good despite what The Monkey whispers in my ear. She claims that mom is trying to poison us and that the only food worth eating has sugar in it. I don't believe it. Thank goodness I ignored her because tonight I have tasted the most wonderful delicacy...pizza! Mom stayed home to nurse my sick sissy The Queen back to health and decided to make, yum, pizza. I say thank you Mom and thank you nasty stomach virus that forced The Queen on the couch and Mom into the kitchen.