I didn't let anybody in. Not the coyotes, not the javelinas, not even the squirrel that showed up the other day. Did I tell you about that?
We hardly have any squirrels around here. In fact I would have said we have no squirrels. Not like my friends in St. Louis where there are tons of squirrels and I chase 'em and they run up trees, so I don't chase 'em anymore. It's too frustrating. But I never saw a squirrel in Scottsdale. (Like that alliteration? S-quirrel in S-cottsdale? S-cottsdale S-quirrel? Sorry.) Not until two days ago, when one ran across our back wall, just like he belonged there.
Which he didn't, 'cuz that's BobCat's wall! Am I digressing again? I think so. Anyway, I didn't let any of the critters get any food out of the wide open cabinet.
But then I was looking over Dad's papers on the coffee table and I saw a bill for his insurance. I know how he hates to pay bills, so I took it with me to the bedroom and proceeded to shred it on the bed.
If I shred it, he can't pay it, right? So I thought I was doing him a BIG FAVOR.
But NO. They came home and I got in trouble for tearing up the Insurance bill. Even Mom yelled at me. It wasn't fun. They were mad. So I got mad. Then I got even. I refused to sleep on the bed last night. See who's happy now!
Love and pouts,
G