Backseat bitching

Mommy dragged me all over hell and hades to get me to and from Pittsburgh to see my Grandma and my Grandpa. God damn it to hell.

Mommy disappeared from the house a lot -- she was out catching up with friends and seeing boys. Skanky ho! I was very lonely without her. But Grandma kept me well fed and well entertained. I turned 7 years old on April 3, and Grandma bought me tons of presents, including a water fountain just for me! Apparently everyone is sick of high water bills because I insist on drinking only from the bathroom faucets. Bah. Now, if Mommy could just get her shit together and put together my fountain, I might forgive her for keeping me burritoed (or Bonsaied) into my lil cage for so many hours!