I Did Not Have Fun Today.

So there I was, minding my own business and taking a nap in the sun, when all of a sudden my mom scooped me up and dropped me right in that stupid troll box. She used some new trick of placing the thing on its end. Mean, mean, mean!

And then at the cat fix-it place! Oh, it was terrible! Nobody made fun of my weight this year because Mom told Dr. R that she was concerned about it. I felt so betrayed–plus, she should talk, the little Cheez-It fiend! Anyway, even though I'd gotten safely back in the troll box, I was forced out again for tests! MORE. NEEDLES.

And of course that crybaby Kangaroo Girl was done in about two seconds! Thank Cod Mom forgot all about that special SD food, otherwise I would be REALLY CRANKY.



I think it will take me a few days to recover from this indignity, but I hope everybody else has a fun weekend!