yeah, fine. aunt roberta did take me for a hike everyday. and okay, it was pretty cool to see aunt christa, and i did appreciate the various delicious treats she brought from wisconsin in flavors: duck, peanut butter and honey, and cheese. (though she ignored my warning that chester and marcello didn't want any.)
but other than the treats and walks, my memorial day SUCKED ASS (in a bad way).
i spent most of my weekend in a freakin' crate while aunt christa partied the night away at andre's singing kareoke with black light paint and a stripper pole, and mom, well, see for yourself:
Hmm, I don't remember this photo op at the wedding. What was your mom up to, Stella?
ReplyDeleteStella, WTF is your mom doing?
ReplyDeleteWhat is Mom doing? First and foremost, she is neglecting her duties as a MOM. Secondly, she is a hot dog.
ReplyDeleteDear Sweet Cholo,
ReplyDeleteMy dream has come true! And I am now conflicted as I have fallen for my own aunt. If you would indulge in my fantasy and please ask her to bring some chili and cheese for the next photo shoot.
Yours Truly,
Yankee