My hair

I don't know what happened. Mommy asked me. Daddy asked me. I don't have an answer.
My hair is shorter now than it was when Ysabella and I went on vacation.

I didn't cut my hair. And while Ysabella threatens to beat me up, she'd never cut my hair. She likes pulling it too much.

Grandmama just shrugged and said she didn't know either.

But my wings are short now. I look like I've been groomed. Mommy said she won't post a picture of the new me until she comes to grip with the change in my look.

We had a storm.

It stormed yesterday. Mommy was scared. We were at the store when the worst happenned.
Mommy said it wasn't snow, it was hail. It crashed into the car and all over the yard.

All About Daddy

Guess what!

We are celebrating.

Daddy was named EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH at his job. He gets a special parking place and a t-shirt to honor his achievement.

Mommy says that the key to happiness is to celebrate all things.

So when you talk to Daddy, tell him how proud you are. We're making him a cake.