I was chillin' in front of the t.v. yesterday when the doorbell rang. It was scritchwuff. He had a puzzled look on his face. Wasn't there supposed to be a birthday party for me? Ummm....no. That's next weekend. Oops. Oh well. He came bearing whiskey. Scritch + whiskey = PARTY! We hung out outside for awhile, enjoying his gift, despite the weather being a little shitty. Soon Kitty came home from shopping and our new adopted son came home from work. We decided to have an impromptu party and Kitty ran to the grocery store to pick up some steaks. I grilled them up and we all had a nice dinner. I don't remember much of the later evening. The empty whiskey bottle must have had something to do with that.