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What kind of ice cream are you ?
My good friend Crystal tagged me with this game!
Here we go......
I am going to tag five friends and tell them what kind of ice cream I look like. Then you tag five of your friends and tell them what kind of ice cream you look like! Sprinkles count too!
I am a big bowl of Chocolate marshmellow ice cream with tiny little chocolate sprinkles on one side; they represent my nose and eyes..
I am going to tag:
In my short little life,I had experienced much...from being born in a mill,to the joys of having a brother (Thumper) to the delights of tormenting fuzzy butts (better known as cats) and I have one living here,Kisser,well maybe now I should say soon,I had one living here........maybe I should start from where everything ends........
In mid June my world ends.....oh I live on,but my world as I knew it,ends,my mommy,my Brother,Thumper and even Fuzzy butt Kisser will be gone,and I remain behind sadly with someone that views me not as a furbaby,not as someone with a voice,not even someone that has married.....I will become nothing more then .........property.....a split division..... a dog.....Yes I know,it is done all the time, He gets the washer,she the dryer,and so forth......but,I bet my last pile of bones,that they may know a thing or two about what they are getting,keeping or claiming they want...to date,the one that wants me,still does not know how to make my breakfast....and he wants me? why...... goodness I cannot recall the number of times I had an accident alone,because he would not get up to take me out,it has to be on his time and call,not mine, I think the TV show can wait....oh,and I better not bark,it annoys him....even if I am playing.... and I can forget about wearing pretty dresses anymore....or even sweaters when it is cold,mommy is the one who did that,he would say,she is ok.....and I hear the basement will be my new home while he is at work,I have never seen this place,I hear it is dark and dingy and filled with spiders...and smokey from the smoke when the neighbors smoke,and the furnance makes noise when the boiler turns on,I just might climb those stairs and wait by the door,hope I do not fall through all those stair openings....and who will be with me when it is storming and he is not home?You know,he says he loves me,but he yells at me all the time...I know I am just a pretty face to him,and a principal to him.but I know different,because,it is mommy who takes us out,and does everything for and with us,not him,and the few times I do go to him,he is mean...and this gets to be my fate....
Anyhow...mid June that is when my world ends........
I have searched everywhere,I do not know what to get as a gift.....it has to be special but well,what do you get somebody who is smart and handsome?I am afraid,if I get him something,he will look at it and not see what I see in it...and that would,well be just horrible....Oh Diary,what am I to do?....
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