You see, I frowed up on the bed this mornin while the Mom in the shower and not to get (too) gross or graphic or nuffin but I mean I frowed up BIG TIME.
So it go wifout sayin really that the Mom was late gettin out of the here and late gettin to the factory and frankly worried all day long what mean she early gettin home!
I fine when she get here and I happy and I dance and I holdin down my dinners real good, but now I gotta watch her washin bed cloves all night tonight. And I don't like that. It frankly make me little sick to my tummy. Just sayin.
But worst of all, my reindeer wif the candies for the feets had to get a baff... and he stuck out of doors dryin in this horrible heat. I fraid he might beed overcome and stifled.
Pee. Ess. This story is very similar to the one wif the moral what go sumfin like this:
Never buy another expensive comforter.
This correlates nicely wif the Mom's motto, and I paraphrase somewhat:
If my dog can't frow up on it, I don't need it.
Pee. Ess. Ess. I love that ole gal!