Can I go to the farm now?

It's getting kinda hard to think of things to say when I write those letters about the pets every month, and sometimes I get the feeling that hardly NE1 is even looking at them. But Mom insists we do one every month, an' as you prolly know, that's usually my job. I might (I'm not sure yet) get a break from it when I'm at the farm this summer, but even so, I'd have to do it again when I got back. So I started to think of some ideas to make 'em more interesting, or at least see if NE1 is paying attention. Like for example I could say Eddie got sent home from remedial horseback riding for fightin' with the other students. Or he's got a time out for telling Dixie that her pants make her butt look fat. Or that Shiimsa and Butterscotch went online and tried to sell the house on eBay.

So I'm in the middle of that when the phone rings. Dad was afraid it would be Mom, so again, I picked it up. This angry female voice with a French accent starts cursing and yelling about homewreckers, and it's a while before I'm able to put tog. that some neighbour called Thérèse @ work and told her that Gordo and Liz were stopping by the house to see Anthony. She told me, "You tell your beetch seester that eef she try to steal my 'usband, I cut her!" Then she hung up. I'm pretty sure that this musta been Gordo's idea, but T didn't give me a chance 2 say NEthing.

Peeps, I am soooooooooooo ready 2 go 2 that farm. I'm gonna go put those cute little short-shorts in my suitcase now!

Apes out