On to more important news...
Dad is teaching me how to fly. I'm too young to get my pilot's license apparently.
Dad was showing me pictures of myself when I was a baby and much more immature.
Color explosion.
Grandma absolutely insists on putting me out in the cold all bundled up. I guess that's what Hungarians do. I'm trying to catch pneumonia early to build up my immune system! Watch out bugs, my white blood cells are on the move!
I have almost mastered putting my foot in my mouth. People say my dad is really good at this, but for some reason I'm led to believe this has a double meaning because his feet are WAY too big.
I'm a cat.
Off to the Jewish festival in our new neighborhood. I hope not everything is Kosher.
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