February 2 was my birthday. I guess more like the anniversary of the day I was adopted and brought home (five years ago!). Over the past weekend my family went boating. I got to go too and it was grrrrreat. The wind, the water, the pound of cheese Milo and I ate on the sly...heh heh. He got the poops but I have an iron stomach. The rest of my family got really wasted and I had to listen to them talk about a bunch of crap I don't care about. You know, politics (I hate ticks) and religion ('All Dogs Go to Heaven' anyway). Other than that, watching them stumble around and pass out with drink in hand made it pretty easy to score a couple cocktails which made it easy to fall asleep despite the boat air conditioning making scary noises that sounded like obcenities.