Twix

by Rondo, poet and songster.

Good morning, friends.  
Today I'm a bit disgruntled.  Oh, I know!  It is spring finally and I should be happy but just wait until you hear what's going on today.

Grammy is going out for a chocolate bar today and we aren't allowed to share it. At least she could bring home a nibble for each of us.  Don't you agree?  What's that, Sweetie?

Sweetie:  Not a Twix you goof.  Twinrix.  It's a needle.  Do you want a needle in your leg?  Huh?

Rondo:  She thinks she knows everything.  (shouting out loud)  You're spoofing me, Sweetie.  Grammy wouldn't go willingly for a needle. She's either going for a candy bar or she's going out for breakfast.  I heard her say Twix.  Well, if it isn't a candybar maybe she's going for breakfast.  That's almost as bad.  Doesn't she know Twix are for kitts not old people.  It ways so in the cereal commercials.  *Walks off in a huff*

Sweetie shakes her head... no talking to him.  (chuckles to herself)  Well, he's gone.  Guess I'll finish the blog.

Wait until he hears about his outing! *giggles*  Yep!  He and Etude are off to the vettie on Friday for a claw trim and health checkup  *tehee*  but not Mousie and me. We girls are perfect. Yep!  See how 'disgruntled' he'll be then. 

See you next week.  I'm sure he'll have lots to say then though it may not be printable.

Have a great week, friends.  Love from Mischief and Mayhem Central.

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