Turkeys, Trains and Trees (Part 1)

So it would seem the "Hollow Day" season is upon us. Whatever, I still plan on sticking to my routine, hollow days or not. I vow to poop, and wake-up no matter what changes you throw at me, and guess what? You're changing my diapey or else it won't just be changes thrown around. I'm part monkee you know!

Take last week for example, seriously. If I was capable of retaining memories at an adult level of detail, I'd rather just forget this week-long interruption of my scheduled activities. For starters, Mamma and Bubbas were home, which is actually nice, as long as they don't interrupt my stories or snack/nap times. They are all well aware that any attempts to subvert the practices and policies in this establishment will result in a snuggle-fight they won't soon forget. There are still visible bruises from the last time, believe you me!


Well no sooner then my adaptation to change, Goomba shows up and spends the night after taking Mamma away on some grocery run I wasn't allowed to attend. Allowed, permitted, discouraged, something like that. I just know I saw them leave. Ha! Object permanence or not, one minute they're standing there pointing at objects behind me and commanding Bubbas to distract me and the next minute they're gone, past shoe room, into the car closet and out of my life forever! Forever relative to my baybee mind, that is.


The next day Goomba takes me and Bubbas to her house for a couple of days and let me tell you what happened next!

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What a trip, let me tell you, I'll never forget that zebra! Anyway when we arrived back home the house smelled delicious and Dadda was watching football instead of Special Agent Oso! How dare he! Then to top it all off, they wouldn't let me eat! The nerve! I did my best to distract myself, but with no educational teevee and the delicious smells abound, I was forced to kick it into a low level temper tantrum mode which I slowly escalated into a level four just to drive home the effect. It's important to remember not to switch your tantrum from a higher level into a lower one while in progress or else you'll strip the gears which could result in failure or bluff detection, not to mention added maintenance on parental sensor modules.

So I ate my meal before everybody else and I said thanks for giving me food early which is why I heard everyone breathe a sigh of relief and say "Happy Thanksgiving!"

Today I am sedated stuffed.