Hi....it's me...Annie Grace.....
The stereo is deafening..... I am use to it now though...frequently the stereo is blasting and I often remind her to please not sing so loud. I have a reputation to uphold and a stellar image on the street. Now it is Bonnie Raitt

"Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery....Make a me a poster of an old rodeo...just give me one thing that I can hold onto to....to believe in this living"

So, I shake my head and ask her "Have you ever been to a rodeo....or Montgomery?"

"Well, no. But Annie I think I belong in the West" she exclaims.

Now I am about to get exasperated.

"Having a crush on Kenny Chesney does NOT mean you belong in the West!" I say in a huff to her.


There it goes! A light bulb in her head......now she is googling to see where Montgomery is....and where Kenny Chesney is. Neither will find her. ...nor will she find them. But that it not my problem. My problem now is trying to find a way to escape her clutches tonight. I see the writing on the wall...she is now changing into her brilliantly bright pink pajamas (yes....the 3rd pair she received this season), these are from The Bean (that would be Carleen The Bean) and quite frankly I am just sick of seeing them....all the time. Neither George, Hugh or Kenny would like them all the time either. And....I mean all the time! Now she is slipping on her handmade red/white/blue knitted booties...which mind you are very dangerous on hardwood floors. (Thanks to Smithy and Babs....the Dough Thieves) Clearly we are about to "bond" tonight. I am horrified.
"Oh Annie...would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?" she calmly asks.
No....No...No.
"But Annie....we will bond"
See! I knew it!
No.....No...No,
"Do you want some Wisker Lickens before we watch the movie?" she blackmails me with.
Yes, that is fine. I'll take the left side of the sofa.
Off we go. Me to endure another girls night together after I scoff down my Wisker Lickens and then probably throw up in the living room, then use the litter box and finally settle down at her feet. Counting down the minutes until I can go back to bed. George, Hugh and Kenny.....count yourselves lucky.....I have taken your burden!