Thursday, October 31, 2013
Why can't *I* go trick-or-treating?
Great, just great. This morning I got dragged to the vet, and while Nestle pranced around getting high-fives from all the staff, I was shuttled off to a room where they poked my leg with a 16-inch (maybe 20-inch) needle. And now I'm stuck lying in the kitchen while Thelma flies around the house on a broomstick & gives free candy to dwarves begging at the door. What's the big idea? Where's MY treat?
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