You can take the Butcher out of the country...

But you can't take the Butcher away from the goofballs he left behind!

We couldn't have the annual Pat-Dan-Beccah-Marge birthday party without Butcher. So we decided to bring a few versions of him along.

We had a heck of a lot of fun with it... as you can see!

We miss you Babu! Come home safely, and soon!

Twinkle Twinkle Patrick Star

42 is what you are. Congratulations on reaching the age that is synonymous with the answer to life, the universe and everything.

Maria would be happy to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Patrick Star" to you; well, at least the parts that she remembers. Here it is:

Twinkle twinkle Patrick Star

I made myself a sandwich

It tastes like beans and bacon

My mother makes it fresh

I have a head, it ends in a point

Pointy pointy pointy pointy pointy

P.U.! What's that horrible smell?

That's all she can remember. Hope that your birthday is memorable, too!

Seven is enough! Let Dick Van Patten have eight.

I want to share with you this photo of the latest, albeit temporary, member of the Eugene St. gaggle. We are providing foster care for Jake and his stay will likely be brief. Ain't that a great mug?

Jake is waiting for his "forever home" to find him. He's come to us via Saving Paws Animal Rescue. In the meantime we'll let him stay at our house and give Rudy LOTS of exercise.

Happy Birthday, Marge!

34 and looking good. I'll try to call you tonight!