About This & That

When I get home I usually have to give Penny instructions. From outside the house.

Down.

DO NOT JUMP ON THE DOOR!!

Get Down, Penny.

I said, GET DOWN. N-O-W.


Today I got the key in, turned it, open the door, got in the house, closed the door.

Penny??

...

I was going to start my freaking out and I ran around my place looking for her.

Penny?

I could hear her crying somewhere. Is she in my bedroom? I ran toward the noise.

Where are you?!

:Penny crying:


And then I found her.


Stuck in her little crate.

She probably had a rough day. So frustrated because she wanted to get in her little room -she loves it - and just couldn't. And she's very determined, you know. That little thing.


The following is my theory of what happened earlier:


I SO AM getting in my room, even if it's THE LAST THING I'm doing!!!

::Rumbling against the crate door::

I'm in!!! I'm in!! I'M IN!!!

...
...
...

Uh-oh.

Ok, so maybe I didn't think of this thoroughly... Uhm...

HOW DO I GET OUT!!!!

(5 hours later)

Oh. I guess mama is home.

There you are, finally! Now get me out.

Are you laughing at me?? HOW DARE YOU!!!

... Where the hell are you going now? GET ME OUT!!

Wait. Is that your iPhone? Why are you pointing it at my direction?

(Click!)

OH NO YOU DIDN'T.

Did you just take a picture????!!!!



DADDY COME BACK!!!