Today is Goblin’s eighth birthday. If she had been born a day sooner, she would have turned eight on eight/eight/eight and had tremendous good fortune for all her years. Unfortunately, she didn’t poke her little snoot out in time and had to endure this:

Actually, I think she likes her new look. She was remarkably good while [someone who shall remain nameless] painted her nails, and then she sort of preened a bit before farting and falling asleep. Well, a girl gets to do whatever she likes best on her birthday.