Sickie-Poo

So I spent the weekend at Goomba and Goombas with my bubbas. I don't like waking up and pooping in a new place. However after going without for a whole day, I finally relented and boy howdy! Eww, I know, but hey nobody likes change or excessive amounts of broccoli.

I was so glad to be back in my own crib I nearly exploded with joy, that or a touch of a stomach bug. Mamma is home sick with me and Dadda today, but Dadda was outside doing yardwork so Mamma gave me a morning bath and all my stufties also had to take a bath in the washing machine. One of these days I'm going to take a bath in there, I know it. I figure one day my parents will get lazy enough, it's just a matter of time. My stufties came out of the dryer and they regaled me with tales of spin-cycles and dryer balls as well as some adventure in the land of lost socks and spare change.

I had some apple-wedges and some water. The 'rents got me on a restrictive diet cause they say I don't feel well, but I feel perfectly fine. I need to sleep now. . .

Ah, ok, well I heard Dadda say I'm a BRAT, or at least that's why he's only feeding me Bananas, Rice, Apple-sauce and Toast so my tummy doesn't get upset. Well I think he's a JERK because I'd rather be having Jello, Enchiladas, Rice (Spanish) and, um. . .Kangaroo! I don't think I've ever had kangaroo, but I'm sure it tastes like bear.


Well I guess I'm feeling better, see I told you! I need another nap. . .

Today I am sick and tired of being sick and tired recuperating!