I’ve started writing my memoirs. It was time. My mother is always showing off her books and I”m so SICK. AND. TIRED. of it being all about her. I love her and all and she’s beautiful and all but enough already. Like the country song goes: “I want to talk about me.”
I bet you didn’t [...]
So I’m not a whitetail deer hunter but Mom said that I gotta wear a vest when I’m outside at the new house. She said it’s DANE. GERM. US. for me to be there without day-glo orange on. I bet Twinkie isn’t wearing orange, or Daisy (well, maybe Daisy does wear orange, she’s kinda [...]
So look.
Mom went away AGAIN.
Yeah, like, what the heck is Mom doing going away again?? She left me here with Dad and Twinkie and the lady downstairs. Look, they’re all okay but they are definitely not like Mom. Dad is all screaming at the TV and saying something about BIG POPPI and Mister Papelbon not [...]
Mom didn’t know I was listening but I heard her say she’s going back to Sin City. (As if there isn’t enough sin right here to keep her happy, she needs to leave the state??) I’ve been real sad knowing she’s leaving Kennebunkport for TEN days. I’m so glad I can at least blog my [...]
I love to play. PUNKS love to play. Did I mention I love to play?? It goes like this. Mom throws the ball, I go get it. Mom throws the ball, I go get it. Mom throws…well..you understand the concept. Sometimes, just sometimes, I get bored with that and I need a break. I need [...]
