  Well I have been home since early Monday morning. And lord the sight my eyes beheld when I arrived home. I know I left this house clean when I left. Why is it not when I get back. Let us just stop here before I wanna burn the house down and start over. And I hear arson charges stick!
The puppy Boris is getting huge. I mean damn he is the size of a 2 and 1/2 month old pup. The other 2 pups died. They weren't getting big enough fast enough, to keep up. I fell so bad that they died. I missed my son so much while I was gone.
I didn't even realize how much until I got home and saw him sleeping in my bed, drooling on my pillow. I wish he wasn't doing that but I guess you gotta take what your kid gives ya. My baby sister's birthday is tomorrow. I know she thinks I don't remember but I do. The day she way born was one of the most important days of my life. I finally was a big sister!
I wanted a baby brother but she's just as good if not better. Maybe I should stop telling her that story of how we found her on a door step. I know ya'll are all wondering "What's the story? " Like to hear it? Here it goes! One beautiful Sunday morning my grandmother was getting ready for church and noticed that she didn't have any pantyhose.
She tried to send my aunts and uncles but none of them would go, my mother finally told her that she would go. As my mother was stepping out the door she noticed a small little girl in a black plastic bag on the top step. We don't know how old she was so we just told her that the day we found her is her birthday. Now I know some of ya'll are going that just ain't right. But if you notice I never told her she was adopted!! Only that we found her.
I can't be that wrong cause my family never disagrees with me, they only laugh when she tries to ask them if this is true! So who is truly wrong here? Don't think that she is alone. I tell my baby brother that he's really a monkey we found to replace the brother that my older brother, sister and myself ate cause he kept crying and got on our nerves. We tell him that we shaved him and cut off his tail before our parents got home and could beat us. Hey some of ya'll are most likely shaking your heads in disbelief but hey it is true.
Ya'll can't look down on me cause either ya'll told your younger siblings something similar or you were the sibling that was told these stories. I don't see this as sibling abuse, I see it as giving them character! Like if your own siblings would tell you things that will make you cry, what do you think the world will do to you. I mean I didn't start telling them these things until they were like um....7 or 8. And I didn't start adding little extras until they were old enough to handle it. Well if ya'll will excuse me, I have to think of a new twist on the story to tell her tomorrow.
I mean after all she is gonna be 14. And what better present can an evil big sister tell her favorite little sister than tears!! If ya'll have any new twists I can add to the story feel free to leave me a comment. 
