I may soon lose my carefully composed demeanor over the comment I received. I shall allow myself one huzzah.

Huzzah.

To explain my identity, I must say that I am Grapes dog. Although I am richer than her because of my lengthy stint as an underwear model, and have much better taste. I can not speak of my current career. Maybe those cunning enough will figure it out, and then I will be fired, unfortunately, for my own good. You can read more in my “about” page.

Ernest’s birthday is this Thursday, and his christening is all set to go. As Grapes is the High Priest of Miyanism, she shall call upon the great god Miya to christen Ernest. Of course, there will be no water involved.

Everyone is invited to celebrate, especially if they bring food. Ernest is fond of cupcakes. Then you shall be especially invited. Oh Ernest, it seems only yesterday I was hating your paper guts and trying to prevent your mouth surgery so that you would never speak.

Don’t tell him, but Ernest might get a twitter on his birthday. Dear god, help us when that happens.

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