hmph.
i digress. so, once a week, she throws these wonderful pieces of material on the floor. they smell like my mom and dad. i just love them. so of course, i wallor in them.
hmmmmmm.
smells wonderful.
once in awhile, my mom thinks its funny to throw the big sheets on TOP of me. i don't mind it but this one time, i couldn't get out of it. i fought and fought but it kept getting more tangled up!
it really gets caught on my head here...
mom, of course, thought this was all hysterical. she may need a good biting for this.
*w00f*
