Introducing the Newest Morgan

It's our birthday. Technically. I'm old, and it sucks, but happy happy to Mr. Morgan.

To whoever sent me the balloons, thank you. I had them as a neck piece within about two minutes. I had mentioned to a co-worker that I've never had a formal birthday party and that I really wanted balloons. REALLY wanted. No one from work sent these, and the note said "Everyday is a birthday" Yes, yes it is.

At home, Mr. Morgan and I both ate a good share of helium, nothing I have footage of.... but as a novice he couldn't get a change in pitch because he just didn't eat enough of the stuff. Imagine MY voice on helium.... scary shit friends, it hit a level that I don't think scientists have a phrase for. I would love a comment on who they are from, I really pranced with them for the enitre afternoon, busting balls on who might have sent. Mystery sender, thank you.

Here is Simon on "Take your child to work day" sitting on the couch in my lobby. Tongue and all.

And alas, today we went for The Puppy. We chose this one. (He already has it up as his wallpaper on his pc lol).

One look at Mr. Morgan's face and you can see why this girl is coming home to us next week. I happen to like the calilco cat ass in the last photo. This cat was underfoot in the worst way. Upon leaving there were no shit 7 cats on the porch circling like vultures. Mr. Morgan took a minute to peek in the backyard and make sure they weren't building an arc, there were so many animals! I sent him to look for Llamas and goats.

He initially chose her, but then the other female was more spry and I pointed to her, thinking maybe something was wrong with the first. After a few moments of patting all 9 heads I rethought it and realized Delilah had that same "fuck it... I'm not moving" attitude when I saw her and fell in love. We went back to the first choice because her eyes are expressive and she didn't feel the need to prove a damn thing to us.

Mama dog barked the hell out of seeing Mr. Morgan, probably because of his size. She came right to me and asked why he needed to be so big. I said he was not a threat and she went to him no problem, but did say "You know, you are really too tall.". Was slightly weird because I'm normally that last thing to be approached first, be it canine or human. Mama dog is a sweet girl named Yabba. I wish I had a photo of the entire litter of faces, perhaps when we go back to pick her up as she needs shots and whatevers.

It's been the topic on our tongues all day, I'm exhausted and I really miss Deiliah. I wonder if she thinks this is cool or not. I'm tasked with removing her bed later to make way for the crate, that is going to suck. We should have the little Morgan home by Wednesday, she is a pea pod!

-DM

-ps Who sent the fucking balloons?????