A factual account of my daily encounters with self celebration, interesting adventures, overly obsessive fitness goals, new teenagers and stupid people.
Dinner (and the short people who want it) is annoying. My people are taller than me now, but it has never changed. But whenever I don't know what we're having I just tell them we're having soup. When they ask what kind - my answer has always been Poop Soup. Then they skulk away quietly.