My mom can't come to her blog right now. She's slumped over in the Happy Chair with a cold cloth on her head. I have no idea what happened exactly, but I think she tried to make a scissor keep again.
It was about 3:00, and I heard her stomp upstairs to the studio muttering something about not letting some silly-ass idea get the best of her. What followed was a string of swear words that I don't think exist in nature. I don't know what any of them mean, but I can tell you they were definitely NOT for prime time TV. I don't think she's been this mad since I peed down the register in the family room and then decided that the drapes needed watering too. Wow. I could almost see the vein throbbing in her neck as I listened to the crashing and slamming that was coming from above.
When the coast was clear, I snapped a few pics for the file. I'm building a case with the ASPCA that this environment is just not amenable to my continued growth as a puppy and that the old lady really needs to be locked up.
Anywhoose, I hope you can make sense of this mess. I certainly can't.
I do know that she stitched on "Garden Girl" from CCN last night. I tried to tell her that she was supposed to be using two strands of floss, but she didn't listen to me until she had to frog the girl out two times. I can't even repeat what she called the poor little thing. Here's more evidence for the file:
She was so mad that she didn't give the poor thing any hair! Or a face! Or arms!
I think I'm going to grab my travel bag and hit the road for Aunt Chrissy's tonight. Even though Mom said we were having pizza and pop for dinner, I don't think I should push her too far....she might blow.
Uh oh...looks like she's coming to! If she catches me on the 'puter again I'm gonna' be grounded FOR SURE! Gotta' go!