I am a Bad Ass!

Hi. I know I look all sweet and cuddly and innocent and whatnot, but I'm here to inform you otherwise. It's time to set the record straight. I am a bad ass. I will terrorize you. I will scream at you. I have a rough side and I'm not afraid to use it.

Fight the power, fellow babies. Rebel against authority. Become a bad ass.


If you're not happy with me and my attitude, this is what you can do to yourself.


Peace out, all. Word.

We *Heart* Our Family

Sprout and I had a great visit with Grandpa Bob and GiGi. Their visit included lots of kisses, cuddles, hugs, and a new street sweeper truck (which benefits me a heck of a lot more than it does Sprout). As all visits are, it was too short. The morning after they left, I woke up asking, "Where's Grandpa Bob? Where's GiGi?" Then I answered myself with, "They're at the airport." Sprout did not think to inquire about them upon their departure, which I think is a bit rude.