The Countdown Begins. ...

Only four more days till Mommy, Aunt Daddy and I go back to Pittsburgh to see my Grandma and my Great-Grandpa for Turkey Day. The only saving grace to this impending, miserable ordeal is the fact that Grandma bought our turkey from Honeybaked Ham Co. because she knows how much I love it so.

Mommy had the chance to hook up with a boy on Friday night, and she blew it. Damn her and her holey granny panties. Damn her to hell! Maybe if she got herself some, she'd be a little more pleasant today. Right now she's bitchy and looking for a telephone pole to straddle. Shit. I'm so glad boy cats don't impress me the way they excite her. Maybe then I'd need a toybox full of batteries and plastic pleasure wands like Mommy has!!!