The Mango is still officially on blogging break because Momma is a total freak a zoid lazy thing.
OK, so maybe last week Master had emergency eyeball surgery and all that but seriously, it's all about ME! Right?
Where is the love? Like she was all driving Master into Boston (couldn't she just drop him at the train station?) and then "Oh Master, what can I do? Do you want me to go shopping for you? Do you want me to read a book to you?" And all she does for me is take me to see evil vampire blood sucking voodoo zombie lady at the vet along with belt sander nail trimming witch.
I am 7 years old today which is a Relentlessly Huge thing.
But is there a party? A cake? A pat on the head? NOTHING!
Look! I even have to recycle this happy party time photo from 3 years ago! That's so wrong.
Just wanted to let my pals know in case any of you wanted to send me some leftover pizza or something... anything really.... a used stuffie, a bag of dirt... The Mango is so neglected!
Momma says to be patient and her mentals will adjust back to normal levels of crazy soon.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!