Tuesday, November 4, 2008


My little one (the 9 year old in the house) got this really neat pink pillow. Its huge and has all of these little, tiny beads inside it that makes it all squishy. Mom told me it was off limits (I am still coming to terms with that statement) and that it wasn’t mine to play with or lay on. Well, that dang pillow had been in this house like a whole week and it was killing me. I couldn’t get that thing out of my head. Everywhere I went I heard “Comet, oh Comet, its me the pink pillow. Come and lay on me and see how soft I am”. I just couldn’t take it anymore. So, I went in to her room and got the pillow and then took it downstairs and put it on the couch where I usually lay. It was too big so I took the cushions off of the back of the couch (took…threw…same thing) and then got on the sofa, arranged the pink pillow and promptly went to sleep. Got busted though. Mom found me and the pink pillow and I had to give it back. If anyone out there has one of those pink pillows that you aren’t using could you call me?

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