"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley..."
It's birthday party day. And Mr. Burns (Not the one from The Simpsons! The one who penned the poem with the famous line above) had it right. Punky has a yucky cold, complete with dripping schnoz and hacking cough. She hasn't slept well for several days. So she's a wee bit cranky. Should be perfect when we have a house full of people wanting to love on her.
I bought her a pretty new dress for her party. And to wear for the bazillion pictures that will be taken today whether she is in the mood for it or not. Guess what? She's got a nice new scratch on her nose. Perfect for 1st birthday photos.
Ahh, the best laid plans...