Before I tell you my story, mommy wanted to share the three things she would NEVER do from yesterday’s post.
Mommy would NEVER go sky diving from a plane she is too scared of heights. She told me that when she was fourteen her mommy and daddy (La La and Pop Pop) made her climb to crown of Statue of Liberty. She said it made her fear of heights worse.
Mommy would NEVER swim with the dolphins She is too scared of sharks and other sea creatures lurking in the dark ocean eating her up…I would love to swim with dolphins though. I’m braver than mommy.
Mommy would NEVER ride on a roller coaster .Mommy would never go on a ride that goes up in the air and moves around fast. She said that she would have to be drugged and after she got off she would hurt those who put her on the ride.
Some of you guessed wrong…but Mommy wanted me to explain…she wants to learn how to change a tire just in case she ever got stuck and had no help. She REALLY wants a tattoo and swears one day she will get it. Mommy is getting better at crocheting and makes cool scarves and hats. I don’t know what laser hair removal is, but Mommy said if she had the money she would she would and happily throw out her razors and wax. She loves to dance and really wants to pole dance for exercise…she is so weird. Once mommy gets into better shape and feels better, she would LOVE to run a marathon.
Most of you KNEW that Mommy would love to be serenaded by Jackson Rathbone, she is crazy.
Did you guess correctly?
NOW ONTO MY STORY
I have some thing to admit…
I broke the standing fan in the living room by stabbing it with my sword. It’s not my fault though, mommy and daddy should only have things that can’t be broken in the house. It’s almost like they wanted me to break it. Mommy got a new one, I’ll wait the proper amount of time before I break that one.
I keep climbing on the table and jumping on the couch. If they didn’t want me jumping on the couch they shouldn’t have it in the house and make it so much fun.
I keep slamming the toilet bowl seat and cover, but I can’t help it. I have HUGE muscles and am a strong dinosaur. What do they expect?
I shove food in my mouth and they tell me to slow down. They don’t realize I CAN’T…the faster I eat the more time I have for playing. Don’t they understand that? If they don’t stop telling me how to eat, I will eat so slow, it’ll be bedtime before I finish.
I am super cute, give lots of love, hugs, and kisses…but you all knew that already.