Thursday, September 23, 2010

New Letter

Dear Caregiver,

I know that you are a neurotic hypochondriac who believes that evil death cancer rays shoot from the microwave when its running. 

But picking me up and moving me from in front of it when I was trying to sniff the bag of bread and the banana that's about to go bad?  And doing this in front of the others?

Not cool, lady.  Not cool.

Just wait,


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