Well, tomorrow's the day. I'm flying across the Atlantic to the land of mates and luvs and fine ales.
Last night, Frank took me out to Porta Bella restaurant and I ate a tasty Pasta Primavera. Then we went to Matt and Alycia's house, where Alycia had baked a cake for me. She drew pictures on it--Diet coke bottles, a one-eyes dog, a British flag, and the Golden Girls. Hee hee, I ate the Golden Girls last night.
Since, I will most likely not be posting here for the next couple weeks, happy birthday to me and happy trails.