I was busing grilling some kick-ass steaks and shrimp-kabobs to feed the hungry animals lurking inside, so I'm not sure who the perv is taking pictures.
Luckily, coloring books and crayons seem to make the caged creatures appreciate feeding time. As the hand that feeds them, I should be able to write whatever the hell I want without fears that they might bite me. Angie knows how to work the microwave, though, so I will try to be careful not to anger any pregnafied readers.
Today I decided to 'bully the belly'. This technique basically boils down to getting on all fours and screaming at Angie's belly for several hours, daring Nonameyet to show his face if he's not a coward. Instead, he chose to mock me by hiding behind Angie's inny and throwing a kicking fit like a big baby. I lost it and wanted to kick back but Angie stopped me with complaints like 'it'll hurt' and 'I'm not a pinata'.
Ok, fine, but Nonameyet and I will be having a LONG talk when he feels brave enough to show his smug little face. At that point, I will become the hand that feeds him and we shall see if he changes his tune. Probably not at first, since the hand that feeds him will actually be the booby that feeds him, but one day - oh yes, my friend - one day he will salivate over my grilled shrimp kabobs and wonder if it was really wise to keep us all waiting in suspense for so long.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with Dalia to play 'Happy Birthday to You'
David: When Dalia come.
2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David take the crocodile game and I start crying.
David: When Gizma scratch me all over and I start crying.
3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To sleep by Dalia.
David: I want Little Einstein's
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