No, no....don't speak

Schnuggy really relates to Lindsay Lohan's new song/ video about how folks are always "up in her shit." He's just like, "Damn, bitch, I know I'm fine, but please."
So, it's official...my brother is coming, with "schnug night" on the 16th, which means I have a bunch of crap to do and buy. Luckily my friend, Anne gifted me with the perfect size crate. Now I just need : collar, leash(es), food bowls, groomy stuff, food, treats, a soft bed... am I forgetting something?
I'm going to seam up his sweater tonight and get going on the turtle neck part and the sleeves. The thought is so cute, I might actually throw up.
I'm actually VERY excited to spend some time with my brother. He (along with my mom and sister) lives in Florida...so, we're lucky if we get to see each other once a year. I'd really like to get down there more, but you know, my money situation is usually stupid. I'm hoping that my mom and sister will get to come out in April. Sigh.
Oh well, back to work.