I don’t think you understand. I mean it…you REALLY don’t understand.
It seems everywhere we go…there’s a store with stuff BAY-bees…and we have to stop and get one. Or two…if they’re on sale.
Mommy’s big on sales.
And not just sometimes. ALL. THE. TIME. Cray-cray.
And whenever we go somewhere there is a BAY-bee store. We ALWAYS have to go to THAAAAT store first.
Even before we eat. Unbelievable?
Good news? I have an incredible memory.
So if we’ve been there before. I remember EXACTLY where the BAY-bee store is…so we don’t waste a lot of time looking. We can make a BAY-bee line straight there.
BAY-bee line…get it..bee line..BAY-bee line…haha…I crack me up.
And. Even if we haven’t been there before. I have a pretty good nose for finding the store.
I really am a time saver. You’re welcome Mommy and Daddy.
You know…book marks for the sites that sell BAY-bees.
And you should see the shopping carts in some of these stores. I think one cart has about $60,000 worth of BAY-bees!
$60,000! WHO DOES THAT?!?!
So far I’ve held them off on pulling THAT trigger. Sad. <insert cocked to the side, pathetic head shake here>
But if you think that’s bad. Wait!…no Wait!
In order to keep up the charade of this “little” addiction my parents have.
I pick one or two BAY-bees each night to sleep in bed with me.
It’s usually different every night. I don’t want to hurt any feelings.
Mom and Dad think it’s random. But I have a system. You know…to keep everyone happy.
(This is a tough subject to talk about…if you’ve never lived with an addict…or two…choke…holding back tears)
What I find the most amazing is that
I don’t have they haven’t bought me any duplicates.They really are pretty sharp…those two.
Sometimes JackJoey gets a hold of one and…well…let’s just say…it ain’t pretty.
One time. We came home and it was a stuff-pocalypse.
When that happens. They insist on going out and getting a replacement immediately.
Well that’s enough for today.
See ya ta-mah-wo.