Hello, my friends. In case you’ve forgotten me (I hope you haven’t!), my name is Carol and this is my blog. I take my responsibility to share my observations with you very seriously, and I’ve been woefully negligent. For that I apologize.
It’s just that life on Creekview Drive has been more hectic than usual. Believe me, I’ve been making observations – I’ve just failed on the sharing part. Continue reading →
I guess peace and quiet can only last so long. Especially when you live in my house.
I love my brother, Steve, but boy does he wear me out! Last week the guys in the Springhill Ballers started questioning his “street cred,” which had him all twisted in knots. They said he was too soft [which he took as a not-so-veiled insult to his abs] and cared more about looking tough than being tough [true and true].
Would you call this tough?
I told Steve not to sweat it. As Baby Girl’s mentor, Gwyneth Paltrow, sagely says, Continue reading →
Hello, this is The General. I recently learned about the humiliations contained in Carol’s last post. What nerve she has telling the world how I got stuck in the secret door! In my defense, that door was made for a cat. A cat! Do you know how squishy cats can be?
So my getting stuck should come as no surprise. Heck, I’m PROUD I got stuck! What kind of pathetic dog would I be if I didn’t?
Do they want me to be like this skinny nincompoop?!
My apologies for cutting my last post off so quickly – I’m afraid things got a little out of control. You see, just as I was thanking my guests for their participation in my debate, I heard a scuffle in the kitchen. Following the noise, my eyes caught sight of a blur of black and white. Was that my brother, Steve? And what was that around his neck?!
Sure enough, looking more closely, there was Steve parading around on the other side of the door with a sign around his neck: