I Smell A Rat...

Sorry for the lack of updates lately...I've been a little bitter and I'm finally ready to talk about it.  Alright, here's the situation.  My mom has been hanging around this guy lately...to protect his privacy let's just call him "Schmehrick".  He comes over and pretends to like me (especially in front of mom), but I don't buy it.  A few weeks ago he even tried to woo me with a toy...and as you can see from the pictures it obviously didn't work.  I'm way too masculine to fall for a stupid, little, fuzzy, adorable, amazing-smelling ... ahem... ratty, colorless and totally dull piece of fabric.  Don't play me for a fool...I will NOT be bribed!  I mean, look at this thing!


And don't be mistaken...I'm not cuddling with it in the next picture...I'm simply testing its durability for quality assurance... 

Oh...and this?  Sure it may LOOK like we're spooning, but in all actuality I'm just doing it to play his little game and make him THINK that I like the little rat.

Wait!  How'd this picture get in here???   I can explain.  I...uh...I'm fake sleeping with it so he'll leave me alone...

Ok, fine, so you busted me.  I like the stupid toy, so sue me (if you can find a good lawyer).  I'm a little worried because Schmehrick says I'll never be able to fill his shoes...

That may be true since I'm only 7 and he's WAY older, but I'm old enough to know one thing:

I MADE GREAT GRANDMA'S 90TH BIRTHDAY FAMILY COLLAGE AND HE DIDN'T!! 

I WIN!!

Peace out,

Chuck (aka #1)