 |
| And it keeps my forehead warm too. |
It's fun sometimes to drop stuff off the top of the fridge and have it land on Stinky or Bobo.
It's even better that neither of them can climb up here. Bobos can't jump!
In any even, Dad got tired of me sleeping on top of the bread machine. Didn't he know that it smelled like yummy baked goods?
So he took the bread machine away and all I had on top of the fridge was an expanse of cold wasteland... devoid of bakery items or smells.
Soon thereafter the igloo appeared. It's my favorite color, and it's all fuzzy and warm to sleep in.
The best part is that I don't have to get up to yell at the peons below. I can just stay in my igloo and rain insults down upon them. Or, toss the occasional crunchy or two at Stink's head and he thinks I'm giving him a treat.
No comments:
Post a Comment