Friday, November 10, 2006
What are you thinking about?
Boy do, I love the swing. I could stay here all day. Why won't she push me any higher? Why can't I have another cookie? Ooh...a cookie..on the swing...at the same time. Now that would be really, really good. Hmm..what's that kid doing?
Why am I on this table again? Why does this woman lay me here every friggin' hour? Why is she pointing that flashing thing in my face? Hey. You. Woman up there...feed me already. Yes, again. Not everyone in this house has to be on a diet ya know.