August 8th 2009 3:42 pm
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There was thunder last night. I din like it one bit. And Mom has rearranged stuff so that I can't lie on the floor in the closet anymore. Now there is stuff on the floor of the closet. Mom needs to work on that. I gave her the big brown eyes to get the message across.
On a better note, yesterday first child turned 17 years old. That's almost dead, as far as I can figure out, but Mom said that first child should live a long time yet. She's big now, like a real human person, but she still looks different from Mom and Dad. Smells funny, too. None of this matters, as long as there is cake and ice cream about to be dropped on the floor.
That is right Buddy! Arrooo for cake and ice cream.
Buddy, do youse finds like Ernie, that the bigger the small hoomans get, the less they drops on the floor? The smaller the hooman the better in Ernie's most humblest of opinnyons. Youse lucky youse sitll has a couple of them smaller minis left. Doncha?