Jib here.
The whole pack went to Chris and Andra's wetting.
All of them. All except me.
And Sailor.
And Zoe.
They went after lunch. Their lunch, not mine.
They came back after supper. Their supper. NOT MINE!
Mom fed me late. VERY late!
And she didn't even bring me back any wetting cake.
Maybe it melted.
2 comments:
Congratulations, Mom!
Anne, I love your writing. This is wonderful and VERY funny! Ginger
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