tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728893.post-51328991019228495572007-03-27T08:33:00.001-04:002007-03-27T08:33:48.266-04:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcwriterdawn/436338882/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/436338882_9b4200074c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcwriterdawn/436338882/">My food, bitches</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/dcwriterdawn/">dcwriterdawn</a>. </span></div>F to the U to the D to the G to the E, damn it!<br /><br />I have officially shit on every square inch of space in our apartment, so now that it's time to move, I feel complete!<br /><br />I think Mommy's just jealous that I am so full of fiber that I can void my bowels up to twice a day, wherever I see fit. Every day is like Easter in our house -- Mommy wakes up, smells my freshly-laid pooh egg, and has to find it -- before she has coffee! Oh, wild times here at Pooh Corner, I tell you!<br /><br />I know I should watch myself, lest she go to the pet store and start buying that rat-poison-laden food that everyone else is returning. But hey, if it makes me crap even more, all the better! :)<br clear="all" />Goddess Adrasteiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02786548838444058685noreply@blogger.com