I know I should be happy that I can help mom in her office working every day, but enough is enough. She works too much! Maybe if I lay on her papers, she will pay more attention to me. My name is JB, and I am displeased with mom's job. Maybe I shall go on strike.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
JB: Mom's job is killing her. I am displeased.
Chester: Our breakfast is always late every day.
CocoBean: I can not live off water alone.
Armani: I gave up on breakfast and went to get a furtan.
Gaia: This bag of chick-hen won't open itself and we don't have thumbs!
Charli: I am starving.
We all wish mom did not have this job. It is killing her and making us all starve! This is what happened this morning and every meal for us. Mom says this is the state of America now. We disapprove!