The Mango is always most eager to receive gifts, but when I heard that the Beast had sent me something, I let it sit in my PO box for many days lest it totally explode (I know her sense of humor).
Then I told momma to pick it up and take it to the work place for a few days just to make sure.
I finally decided it would be safe to open it.
The first thing I saw was this mesmerizing card showing the wee creature demonstrating how she got such big butt muscles.
How does she do that anyway? I studied this most carefully. Perhaps I can add this move to my Mango repertoire.
But what of my pressie?
Apparently the Pee-Wee could not wait and had pilfered the contents of the package to discover...
THIS! A toot toot!
I was so relieved that he tried it on first because judging from his body language, I think momma must have gotten his bits caught in the Velcro. Ouch!
In a frenzy of black fur, the little pointed headed monster tore MY toot toot from his self and began to demolish it.
This will never do. Give the toot toot to the Mango at once!
Being unable to contort into the proper position to affix the toot toot to my large yet curiously gracefully bottom, I needed to seek assistance from momma.
Oh please! It is supposed to be on my hips, not my belly. FIX THE BLOODY THING!
That's more like it. What do you think?
I am confident in my Mango-ness and quite capable of sporting a pink foo foo thing whilst still maintaining my dignity. Don't you agree?
Actually, the toot toot was quite small and I could not secure it around my girth, forcing me to (just barely) fasten it about my neck. Even there it kind of pinched.
I don't know, I think I kind of look like Judy Garland.
Somewheeeeere, over the rainbow....
Um, thanks little Beast, I think.