|I sort of showed up unprepared for fun today, Friends. Oopsies!|
I DID have something. It was called "Wild Child Wednesday," but when I got to story-boarding Wild Child Wednesday and Mommy saw what I was thinking, she greeted it with an unceremonious "no."
Actually, it was more like "No. No-no-no. Not even. NOPE!"
Apparently I don't need encouragement to be wild on any day of the week, and she thinks I shouldn't enhance my wildness on any day of the week. So you can't, either, Friends, and you can blame it all on my Mommy. She's such a Buzzkill that I think it's a shame she isn't a doctor, so we could all call her "Dr. Buzzkill." "Countess Wet-Blanket." "Dud the Drip."
You wanna know why I'm always lookin' for new ways to have fun, Big People? It's because Mommy is always puttin' a stop to my fun. It's like she LIVES to make me and my life as boring as possible. I can hardly even fathom what it's going to be like for me when I'm a teenager. By then, I expect to have a fully operational hover-board. It'll be awesome, except Mommy will come up with all kinds of futuristic and throw-back ways to make that less fun. I'm already seeing full-body armor in my future. I'll be the laughingstock of my class.
Gawd, Friends, I've got myself all upset. I need to go lie down for a little while. I really do. I haven't even gone to KINDERGARTEN yet, and already I'm my class freak. AND IT'S ALL MOMMY'S FAULT!!!
I'll see ya tomorrow, Friends. I love ya lots! Muah!