Mamma has a drawer in the bathroom with all kinds of cool stuff. There's little brushes for your hair, I guess, and lot's of chap sticks. She usually let's me put on the clear one in the yellow tube with a picture of a bee on it and it makes my lips tingle, but she never lets me try on any of the colors. It's okay I know I look fantastic without it.
I ate strawberries, and eggs with sausage for breakfast. Well, "ate" might not be the right word as I mostly just played with it and drank my juice until Dadda looked too busy to get me out of my chair.
Ever since Dadda got the slide from the garage, I've been using it for everything I can think of. I stand on the top of it and Dadda comes and gets me. I crawl under it when Dadda is chasing me. I make a tent with blankets, but Dadda yells at me when I try to start a campfire. Good thing I have a Coleman propane grill. I also turn it upside down and rock back and forth until it falls over on top of me and smacks me in the head.
You know what, there is a lot on TV these days about medicine and health care. I also see tons of boxes and bottles in places I can't reach and am not allowed to play. Mamma and Dadda are always very sneaky when taking medicine or vitamins so I won't copy them in case I ever get access. They don't have anything to worry about because there's only one cure I need, a kiss on my owies.
I think everybody who needs medicine or health care should skip all the fuss with unsurance and doctors and just get a kiss from their Daddas and Mammas. There problem solved. Let's see what else is in the news. . .oh yeah! There's apparently all kinds of people wrestling in eye rack and afghans for Stan. That's what Dadda calls it when I wrestle with him and he doubles over for a little while. Eye racked him, which is funny because I was nowhere near his eyes. Anyway the simple solution to all the wrestling is. . .nap time. It works for me and bubbas, why not for the rest of the world?
Today I am
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