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So Much To Say & No Thumbs To Type

Ice Cream! Get Your Ice Cream!

Hmmm...what flavor of ice cream am I??

My pals Mamie & Ellie Mae tagged me in a new game. And the big question is "What kind of ice cream do I look like?"

Mommy says that I'm a dead ringer for Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Peanut Butter Swirl. And since it sounds pretty yummy, who am I to argue?!?!

Hey...I'm hungry now! :-)

Help Wanted: Two Humans In Dire Need Of Guidance

It was twelve years ago today that I started a very, very important job. I found my pawrents...& quickly discovered that they require constant & intense supervision. As near as I can figure, Mommy & Daddy were pretty much running amuck prior to my arrival. Can you even imagine such nonsense? Not a pretty picture.

After twelve years of overseeing their every activity, I’m sad to say they are still a work in progress. However, I have discovered that I am an exceptionally good boss! I bark orders & things happen. Not as quickly as I’d like, but they happen.

And just between you & me, I think I’ve got the greatest job in the world! But Mommy & Daddy don’t need to know that, OK? :-)

What's The Deal With Twelve?

I turned twelve years old yesterday! Twelve. What is “twelve” anyway? Mommy says that twelve is the number right after eleven & just before thirteen. That doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense to me. Now what I do know is that I scored baby carrots, mashed potatoes and cheese yesterday! So I’m thinking this whole twelve business is pretty fabulous.

Another thing I’m certain of is that my friends & their families are very busy & yet they took the time to help me celebrate! I’ve received lovely presents on my page, P-mails, E-mails, cards & gifts…& it all truly means the world to me. For those of you who helped to make my day so truly amazing, I thank you from the bottom of my Yorkie heart.

I’d like to come & give you all some extra big Muffin-sized hugs & kisses, but a certain someone (that would be Mommy) says it’s not in the budget…time-wise or money-wise. Quite frankly that sounds like a personal problem to me. I don’t think I really ask for a great deal. Oh wait a minute. Perhaps I do. Well, consider yourself hugged & kissed Muffin-style anyway, OK?? :-)

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. ~ Abraham Lincoln

Don't just count your years, make your years count. ~ Ernest Meyers

I’m a twelve-year-old girl who has a truly wonderful life & even more fantastic friends. And I am grateful.