Worst Day #31

Here are three reasons why I hate howl-o-ween:

Reason 1: First Mate No Pants, oh the humiliation!

Reason Number 2: Sigh a pig costume, really...

Reason #3: Shippo Godzilla wants to smash!!!

And as if these three reasons weren't enough, dogs don't get chocolate so no howl-o-ween noms for me! Oh and do you see pictures of the stinky one, no you don't just me.... Worst. Day. Ever.

Worst Day #989

 I thought the list of things I hated couldn't get any longer..... I was wrong. While I was "vacation" I discovered this new nemesis:

A pool table. Who invented this torture! This "game" is awful. I am certain those sticks are to skewer me and the sound of those rocks banging together made me want to howl. So I did. A lot. The humans took great pleasure in this "game" and the stinky one of course seemed oblivious. I bravely hid in the closet, since of course no one cared about my pain. This was almost worse than camping with all that wood chopping, fire, and rain. Sigh, I can never catch a break.

                                                         Worst. Day. Ever.

Worst Day #97

That's me in the car on the way to our "vacation" not what I suggested, which was a trip to the Ben and Jerry's to suggest nugget ice cream in person and while I am there sample a few hundred flavors of ice cream, but no instead I am here in Tennessee with the stinky one "relaxing" we have been forced to hike and cuddle on the couch for days now I don't know how much more I can take. Send nuggets, I am not sure the address we are somewhere beyond civilization, just send nuggets I will find them. Worst. Day. Ever.