We have been celebrating my b-day for the past few days. My b-day, June 29th, is really my “bring home day” but we also call it my birthday even though I don’t think it is the day I was actually born. Since Mr. Guy and The Lady adopted me instead of hatching me like the human offspring, we just wrapped my birthday and bringing home day into one great big celebration. That’s why it lasts more than one day.
I have lived with Mr. Guy and The Lady for three years. That seems like a long time. We have had lots of adventures together. They asked me what kind of adventure I wanted for my birthday and I couldn’t really think of anything special. Mr. Guy and The Lady suggested that it might be fun for us to go to our city’s farmers market on Saturday morning. That sounded fun. And then it rained and we couldn’t go. I was not too sad about that because they said that the farmers market happens every Saturday so we can go on another day.
My Saturday turned out to be great anyway. Do you want to know why? Because I got a letter!
The mailman usually just brings us his trash. He puts his trash in the fancy trash box on the curb and then The Lady or Mr. Guy puts it in the big blue trash recycling box and takes it back to the curb. I don’t know how you get a job driving around all day putting your trash in other people’s trash boxes and then they have to put it out for the real trash man to come and put it in the great big trash collecting truck. And they pay you to do this!
And how did my letter get mixed up with the mailman’s trash?
I guess I’m glad that Mr. Guy looks carefully at the mailman’s trash before it puts it in the other trash can. But this also kind of worries me. If Mr. Guy likes looking through other people’s trash every day, he might want to start dumpster diving. This would make him smell really bad! I have smelled those dumpsters! I’m not going to worry about that right now. Let’s get back to happier…and better smelling…things. My letter!
My friend, Ms. Joni sent me a letter. Mr. Guy helped me read it.
It was a letter saying happy b-day to me! I love Ms. Joni! She always thinks of other people and does nice things for me. And, we have fun together. It makes me sad that she doesn’t live closer to us, but she told me in my letter that she will see me in September. We are all going to Denver for a meeting of the people with white fur like The Lady and Ms. Joni have. That is something for this little monster to look forward to!
The Lady also made a special b-day treat for me. She made blue berry muffins and got me fizzy orange stuff to drink. It was a perfect blue and orange meal!
For some reason, The Lady lit my muffins on fire. I thought they were already cooked when she gave them to me. This was a little confusing, but then I remembered that on your b-day you get one fire stick for each year that you have been alive. Then you make a wish and use your breath as a fire extinguisher. If your fire extinguisher works right and you extinguish all of the fire sticks at once, then your wish will come true. My extinguisher worked, but supposedly if I tell you my wish then it won’t come true. Remembering all of these b-day rules is a lot for this little blue and orange furry monster.
It was perfect that I got three muffins, one for each of my three years. I had one for me. One for Mr. Guy. And, one for The Lady. Next year I will get four. Maybe Ms. Joni can come visit me for my b-day and she can have my number four muffin!
After I ate my treat, I got a present from Mr. Guy and The Lady.
It was blue and orange just like me!
Inside the blue and orange was…
…new shirts!
This is one of them.
I guess they got me this one to remind me to help get the trash out of our fancy little trash box on the curb and put it in the big blue trash box. Okay. I can do that. Then I looked at the back of my new shirt.
Keep the trash green? Maybe this is a shirt that a mailman wears. He keeps his truck clean by putting his trash in everyone else’s boxes and then someone gives him money…which is green. It’s kind of like keeping your room clean and getting an allowance only instead of hiding all of your trash under your bed, you take it to other people’s houses. When I asked The Lady and Mr. Guy if they wanted me to become a mailman, they looked at me funny, like they didn’t know what I was talking about. When I explained why I asked that, they laughed at me…in a nice way. They said that my new shirt had nothing to do with becoming a mailman. It was to help remind everyone to keep our earth clean so that all of the plants will stay green and people and little monsters will stay healthy. I was relieved. That sounds like a lot more fun than rearranging trash.
I also got another new shirt, but I am not going to show it to you yet. I want it to be a surprise when I wear it, maybe someplace special.
I had a very happy b-day thanks to lots of people that love me!
I hope all of you have a happy day too, even if it’s not your b-day.