Is it really 2:12 in the morning? That can only mean ONE THING, YUP! I bit That Woman's hand again and she just got home from the Emergency Room and had to watch Sarah Silverman for awhile to cool off because, well, it kinda hurts. You'd think that woman would learn to use an oven mitt next time she allows me in the Play Pen with the Mahals...or anybody, for that matter. Except Panda, I never bit Panda.
Well, mom is pretty tired, but at least This time they nipped that old infection in the bud and took real good care of her after it stopped squirting blood all over the place: WHAT A GUSHER! ick.
Then she came home and gave us all hay because she wanted us to know she was not mad at anybody!
How great is THAT? Hay at 2am! Guess I won't be getting back in the PlayPen with the Mahals, though. Just by myself to run around and sport my mohawk and adorable head-crest!
OH WELL,
HAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! AM I DA MAN, OR WHAT?
p.s. sorry, mom. that is why i am hiding in my hidey-hole with deep remorse. so you'll know how sorry i am about, well, ya know. put something else in my mouth next time! like, uh, oh, i dunno: FRESH TIMOTHY HAY, LIKE THIS MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT "SNACK 'N online with SARAH SILVERMAN PLAYDATE!" cool!
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