December 8th 2012 6:53 am
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Well, the cutsie lil t-shirt and pantses were short lived. I managed to rub the pants off so Daddy pinned them on me. But for the night time, I slept with the cone. And I haveta have the cone today so's the Granny don't have to get the pantses off and on me when I potty.
Mommy and Daddy are leavin us here with the Granny for a few hours or sumfin. They are helpin Sissor shop for a new (for her) vehicle. Ya see, the Wednesday night right afore Thanksgiving, she was headin home.
She got rear-ended by some 91 year old guy drivin a big tank of a car. Probly he was textin too. Anywho, his insurance is "toadalin" her lil SUV and she needs a car to drive to Boise next weekend for the openin night of The Hobbit movie.
Yeah, she's weird. At least she admits it.
So I am stuck bein a conehead, at least until Mommy and Daddy get back home.
Get the first car you see Sissor, don't dawdle.
oh that darn cone....they will be back before you know it
OK mom! HD claps his paw over his mouth again......
That's right, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
Sissor, buy a sporty red car and take that cute little Zoe for a ride. I think you should take her to a magic window place to forget about the cone thing.
Days later! Finally Mommy and Daddy got home.
Sissor didn't get a sporty red car. It's a borin whitish 4 door sedan. Plenty of room in the trunk for books and yarn.
And I am sure I will never get a ride.
You know how Sissor is.
1. Mom's first thought of you in the pants and shirt was that you looked just like you were wearing an old outfit that she had that belonged to Little Lad. Does your Mom shop at Good Will?
2. The thought of Sissor's SUV getting taken out by a 91 year old man's tank of a car. Mom IS sorry that sissor was in an accident. That is sad, and Mom hopes no one was hurt. However, it IS rather funny that as big as SUVs are, those tanks that really old people drive, the cars that were built about 25 years ago, built all of steel, would take out an SUV. Dad's Grandma drove until she died - at 88, and the family joke was that she "drove by feel." She was on first name basis with the body shop. Her car was also a tank, so she took out a lot of poor young drivers in their SUVs, in slow moving accidents.
BOL, Zoe, 'bout Sissor bein' weeerd, bud I r so gwad no pup nor peepole wuz hurted in dat unfortumate incident. Yeah, dat old guy wuz pwobabwy textin' an' twyin' eat a taco at da same time an' da taco cwacked an' bweaked oben an' da MEATZ™ went all ober da car an' him fot,"Oh, no! My MEATZ™!" so him bended unner da steewin' wheel an' since him wuz goin' so slow when him wear-ended Sissor at da majik window pwace where hur stopped tu ged a stwawbewwy milkshake so hur cood bweafe all ober yu when hur gedded home, waffin' cuz yu did nod ged any...Wait. I wosed my twain ob fot.
Gess whut. I r home now, tu! WOO-HOO!!
Oh, an' WOO-HOO fur be a DDP dis day, pwetty gurl!
Years and years ago my Momma's neighbor got a brand new SUV... well, she only had it a coupla days when she was drivin' and sippin' a TAB and she dropped da TAB... she bent over to keep it from spillin' all over da Suburban and ran into a fast movin' telephone pole... broke both her wrists and messed up her SUV...
So da moral of dat story is... pull over to get whatever ya dropped... detailing da car is cheaper than da body shop--especially when not only da car has to go dere, but da peep duz too!!!!!!!!
It r funny when our Mommas date demselbes an' I du NOD meen dinner an' a moobie! BOL :D
Congrats on da DDP!