Really, The Mom? Must we? I'm not feeling it. No, I don't have the so-called "angry ears", but do you really want to go there? I think not.
In other news, HG and I have been up to some bizness in the last week. heh heh Tazo has been terrorized, delicious pink ears have been chomped, The Mom has been clawred, Dad gave us a taste of spaghetti with meatballs (before The Mom caught him and yelled). I'd say it's been a successful week. EXCEPT, Dad and The Mom went to a Pistons game over the weekend. They eated a hot dawg. AND DID NOT BRING US ANY LEFTOVERS. They.will.pay.
In other other news, The Mom discovered that Twilight is on On Demand. So she's been watching bits and pieces. And the whole Eggward Cullen Grey thing is back. My name is Earl Grey. NOT EGGWARD. AND DEFINITELY NOT EGGWARD CULLEN GREY. Really, The Mom.
And also, Blogger? You're gonna pay, too. We've been scheduling our posts to post at a later date. And they are not. We are not happy. Blogger's pillow is in danger of being pooped on. Or if it has delicious, pink ears, they will be chomped. That is all.