Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Let Me Out of Here, Screw
Lately, when I go downstairs to pick up Porter from the school bus, I've been leaving Alice to roam around the downstairs since I'm usually gone for only a few minutes. Invariably, I find her rattling her cage at the top of the stairs, incensed because she's locked up in her prison cell.
"Hey Da Da, let me out of here!"
"Hey Da Da, let me out of here!"