Tuesday, October 26, 2010
In Which Grover Has The Last Snore
Here is where I prefer to spend my Sunday mornings.
Listen, my mom doesn't seem to understand that when I am snoring it means I am SLEEPING and when she pokes me to make me stop snoring, it wakes me up, which sort of defeats the purpose of SLEEPING, doesn't it? It very much ANNOYS me when she POKES me all night to get me to stop snoring.
Also, it's futile, isn't it, if I go right back to snoring a few moments after she pokes me, right?
But she does not get this.
She is all poke, poke, poke, rub, rub, rub, Grover, shhhh...Grover...shhh...all night long.
However, in a funny twist of fate, and further proof that God loves cats (and has a sense of humor),
I feel I have my revenge.
See that guy up there? Yeah, he snores, too. Worse than me!
So, now it's all poke, poke, poke, rub, rub, rub, James, Grover, James, Grover...shhhh.. James, Grover...all night long!
Ha ha ha, mom! Joke's on you!
P.S. Hi, it's Piggy...listen, there is a box of something called BreatheRight Strips next to the bed and my mom kept saying she wishes they made them for Grover-sized noses, so ha ha ha Grover, if I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open! Love, Piggy
P.P.S. Hi, it's Grover. Really, Piggy? Really? Bitch, please!
at 6:18 AM