We can has shopping

What's up my peoples?

I'm a-goin' to get in mah pimped-out ride and blow up y'all's cellies. Holla, yo.

Today Mommy and I went to the mall. Man, that was boring. Mommy went to see the tax people and they all called me "the little tax deduction" and laughed and laughed. I don't see what's so funny. Hmph.

Then Mommy made me ride around with her and shop and stuff. And she didn't even buy anything for me! Jeez! But at least all the other peoples at the mall said I was cute and sweet and stuff. I's the shiznit.

But then we stopped at the photo booth and Mommy took our picture:

I was kinda wishin' she'd change my didie because it was squishy, so that's why I'm not smilin', y'all. Don't get on my case, yo. Darn mamarazzi always takin' my pictures.

Last weekend, my grandma and grandpa and other grandpa and nana and Uncle Jeff and Aunt Pam came to visit me. They said somethin' about Mommy's birthday, but whatever - it's all about me. They all said I was sooo cute and soooo good. I got 'em snowed, yo. I cried when they left 'cause it meant that only Mommy and Daddy were left, and they're on to me and stuff. But Grandma brought cake so it was ok. Mommy said it was good - I dunno, it just tasted like milk to me.

So happy birthday Mommy, I guess. You're, like, way old.