Thanksgiving

This is a bit late but here is my Thanksgiving post. ;)

I was a bit upset on Thanksgiving. My folks were cooking FABULOUS smelling food all day. Did they give me any? NO!!! They got to eat all that wonderful food and all I got was a special bowl to eat out of.

So, in honor of Thanksgiving I have written a haiku to express my feelings.

A Thanksgiving Haiku

That turkey smells good.
What? You won't give me any?
I'll puke in your shoes.

Halloween

Can someone explain this too me? What is my mom's fascination with dressing me up as stuff. I can understand the sweaters and stuff. I get a bit cold sometimes and I appreciate them. However this is just wrong. Last year it was a ballerina. I had thought (and hoped) it wouldn't get any worse. I was wrong.

See this look, 5 this is a pissed off look. This is a look that should tell mom that she should sleep with one eye open for awhile. However, I doubt that she will recognize what this look means. Thanks OK, that just makes it easier for me.