Friday, March 4, 2011

A Day In the Life of Grover

This is my bag. Over the past 23 minutes, I have molded it exactly the way I want it. It is mine. I love my bag! Ahh....my BAG! Uh oh, I have to go to the bathroom. Where is that stinky Pig? Oh, he's in the bedroom. OK. Good. Be right back.


Oh hello, what's this? A new bed? It's very comfortable. Ah, my new favorite thing!

Oh yeah? I'll show you whose bag this is!

I said, GET OFF MY BAG, CASSEROLE-FACE!


Mom! Stop taking pictures and get the little creep off my bag!

Like I said. MINE. Uh oh, what's that sound? I must go investigate. Piggy, if you come near this bag, I am going to tell everyone how you had to have your second bath of the week because you got your own poop all over your back legs and it was on your face, too!

Harrumph.
Exactly.



Hours Later...

Harrumph.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011