Hey y'all, Noah here. My mom's still sick, so she asked me to write today's entry. Which means lots of pictures of me, because Wednesday's post didn't have ANY, and WHAT IS UP WITH THAT, MOM?
Honestly. It's like she thinks people come to this stupid website to READ or something.
I know, right? My mom is funny.
But she is no match for me and my hilarious turtle faces.
Look! Am squirrel! Haaaaa!
And here I am doing my best impression of a post-collagen-injection Melanie Griffith.
But you know, I am more than just a edible bundle of snuggly deliciousness.
I actually have many important opinions.
Like I am strongly opposed to the continued career of Jennifer Love Hewitt.
And I think the world needs more baby smiles.
I mean, really. Don't you feel better already?
CEIBA! SAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYBaAAAAAA! PUPPY STILL HERE BITCHES! STILL CUTE TOO! LOOK HOW CUTE! LEG IS OKAY! COST PEOPLE LOTS OF DOLLARS! SERVES THEM RIGHT FOR BRINGING HOME SMELLY FARTY BABY!
Heh. Sorry about that. That silly dog-thing is just jealous. The big cat-thing loves me though, and one time? Smacked the dog-thing CLEAR ACROSS THE ROOM when she almost jumped on top of me on the couch by accident. Cat-thing was all, "Don't jump on the baby!" Dog-thing was all, "Huh?" Mom was all, "HA!" And I was all, "Poop?"
Anyway, this is boring, and I'm tired, and my mom says this whole thing is kind of lame, like, what's next? An entire post from the vantage point of the cat? Narration by Amy's boobs? Entries written under the influence of Robitussin and Theraflu?
(Shit. Probably too late on that last one.)