Hi everybody. I just finished watching the Yankees game with my mommy and daddy. They got waxed by Tampa 12 to 2. We had to watch it on the Tampa Bay Rays station. Me and my daddy can’t stand listening to those Rays announcers whining and complaining about everything, so we mute it and listen to John and Suzyn on the radio. Suzyn has dogs, so I like her. Me and my daddy can’t figure out why Boone left Montgomery in there to give up seven runs when they needed to win this game. My daddy said Boone must have vacation plans next week and wants the season to be over.
When the game got ugly, my daddy gets up and tells mommy, “Let’s go up to Tijuana Flats to get our free tacos again.”
That’s the only good thing about Tampa Bay Rays. If they strike out 10 batters at a home game, my mommy and daddy can go get free tacos. My daddy usually cooks supper here and I’ll sit on the couch with my mommy while he cooks. But, today he went into the kitchen about 4:30 to cook a sweet potato to put in the pancakes for tomorrow.
He told my mommy, “Well, Squeeky thinks we’re gonna be sitting down to eat after this, since I’m cooking. She’s going to expect me to put her on the bathroom counter and pet her while I brush my teeth because that’s our routine.”
My mommy says,” Oh yeah! You can’t get away with not petting her.”
So my daddy says, ” I’ll just go ahead and go in the bathroom after I finish cooking and she’ll follow me in there. I’ll pet her and she’ll think we’re still on our routine. She won’t know any different.”
So, I followed along. But, I’m thinking, “Come on daddy, you taught me to be a smart girl. I’m not falling for that stuff.”
Like my daddy says, so anyhow, he finished the sweet potato, then he called me into the bathroom.
“Come on baby Squeek. It’s time to go brush my teeth and get your after supper petting.”
I’m thinking, “Give me a break. I know you didn’t eat supper. I heard you tell mommy you’re going out to eat.”
I’ll go in there and I’ll let him pet me for a little bit. He usually pets me for about 10 minutes. So, since he was wanting to go eat with my mommy, he only petted me for about three or four minutes. I guess he thought I wouldn’t know the difference.
So, he says, “Come on baby, get up and get your drink of water.”
Well, I got up all right and I let him have it. I said, “Daddy! Don’t play me! I know you’re going out to eat with mommy and you’re just doing this to try and trick me.”
He said, “Oh baby Squeek, I’m sorry. I’ll pet you some more when we get back.”
I just laughed to myself and thought, “You bet you will. That was my plan all along.”
And my daddy thinks he’s the psychologist in the family. Go Yankees!!
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