Just watched my new favorite lady, Beyonce, on the Grammys. I never knew for real how beautiful you are, B! I mean, I heard you in concert back in July when I still lived in the Milk Lady's belly, but to SEE you! OMG. The Milk Lady loves you, B, but sometimes her taste is questionable -- did you know she owns "Stars Are Blind" by Paris Hilton? True story. This time, though, her assessment is dead on. Although I still think it's weird that "Halo" makes her weep. Beyonce, will you be my friend? I'm available to hang out most days. And most nights. Where do you get YOUR milk, B?
Well, that's all for now. I'm being carried off to my new wooden prison, which is way better than my mesh prison. I've more than doubled my size since I got here, and I really needed more space to spread myself out. The Milk Lady and her husband finally fixed me up with a crib today. And by "crib" I mean crib. Will these people ever buy a house so I can have the room I deserve?
Ciao!
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