Teeth jutting out, I am so mad I could curse! RATFARTS! There, I’m not happy I said it, but it had to be said. I am tired of being everyone’s punching bag! Yesterday, the girl they call Summer, said my haircut was ugly. Hey hippie girl, where’s all the peace signs, flowers, and love. As if the ugly comment was not bad enough, mom says, (bottom jaw quivering) at least her face is cute. At least my face is cute? Now I know how Kirstie Alley must feel! Needless to say, this earned mom a trip to the dining room floor to clean up some piles of hurt feelings! Fast forward to today, I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening in the garage, mom and grammy were hanging out in there all day. My first thought, Meth Lab, then I heard mom say something about a garage sale. Apparently, a garage sale is where humans save, then gather all of the stuff they no longer want, then put it in the garage. Later, less refined humans will come along and give you money for the stuff! What a racket! I do have to admit, I was hoping for the Meth Lab, we need something to spice things up around here! Well, during the garage sale, grammy comes in and starts fawning all over furball again. So, I saunter over to get a little TLC from ole grams. Without provocation, grams tells me; get away, you and your blog are stupid! Stupid? Lets review our day. You, dear grammy, have been sitting out in the garage, in the rain, selling pencils, coasters, and used combs! Meanwhile, I have been lying on a couch, in an air conditioned home, not having to peddle my wares to creatures silly enough to venture out in the rain to find the perfect pencil, coaster, or, used comb which will put the cherry on the cupcake they call life! Your Honor, I rest my case! By the way, I’m not ruling out the Meth Lab, they don’t call her grammy for nothing!