Iz's Birthday Party

It's today. Gack.

Although I've not gone balls-out like usual. And I am finally being true to my abhorrence of those farking goodie bags. If the little ingrates think they deserve something beyond a bouncy house, magician, and cake, then they can kiss my lack-of-butt.

Mali's first day at Iron Gate went beautifully, BTW. I only got called in once to nurse her, and even then she wasn't being all that fussy.

She was 7 weeks old yesterday. Still young enough that I can trick her into sucking on the tip of my nose or a knuckle to see if she's hungry. Her face is much wider than it is long, making her look like one of the Pod People babies from The Darrk Crystal. She is howling, so I will find a picture later.

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