Musing

"I'm so ronery. Ohhhh so ronery."

JK, I'm just chillin' in the yard, thinking about what to do today. It's a pleasant early spring morning.

Think I'm gonna try some goldfish today. Maybe some apple juice. Then a nap...then play time...

Taking a walkabout

I took a nature walk today at Big Pop & Grandma's house. I'm wearing my footie pj's because I don't yet have my own set of woodland camo.

As I departed, I thought, "Maybe I'll find some pretty flowers and give them to mommy. Or maybe I'll find a good stick and teach that princess Waakabee a lesson."

Turns out neither happened.

First, I wound up playing chase with Waakabee. He's so much faster, it's not really fair, but what I lack in speed I make up for in sweet moves.

Then I spotted an unwatched purse, and tried my hand at theft. Turns out I'm not so good. It doesn't help that I cannot lift more than five pounds.

Next, karma struck as mommy got swallowed by the car. She escaped, once daddy came to help. I promise I'll be good from now on!

Spring is here!

Got my shades, my kick-ass t-shirt, and am heading outside.

Because today is gorgeous. Mommy says we're going to do something fun. I can't wait.

Waakabee will no doubt be a diva and wind up crying/whining about something. What a punk. He wishes he could be a cool as me. It ain't hard kid, just don't be a punk. It's that simple.

I am a rock star.

Look at that diva, Waakabee. So sad. Little lord Fontleroy has been usurped by his micro-bro. What's a'matter, Nancy, you aren't getting the attention you crave? People seem to have found another awesome Dyson to enjoy?

Look at my adoring fans. They LOVE me, B. You suck.