IT'S NOT MY FAULT

and I shouldn't be blamed for it either. I was simply born last...way long after Crab and Squirrel. There I was, the BABY girl. So what if Crab and Squirrel wanted a baby brother? I wasn't about to become a male. I like being the BABY girl.

Then came Christmas. The biggest BABY girl payoff ever. Every where I looked I saw presents with my name on them. To: Candy Love: Santa Woot! I had to toss a few of them over cause they didn't have my name on them, but that didn't really bother me too much.

As I got older I found out that Santa was actually Mom and Squirrel and Crab. That was ok with me, the more Santa's the better. I was able to make multiple lists and I really liked that, alot. Then one day it dawned on me, the bigger my lists were, the bigger my wall of presents became.

I understand if you all think I'm a spoiled BABY sister, because it's the truth. I didn't do it, it just happened. And every single year I will stand on my birthplace, make out my list, and hand it over with a hug and kiss. It's a lifestyle in which I have become accustomed.

I'M OFF

It's that time again. The one and only Saturday a year when I know exactly where I'll be and what I'll be doing. Ohio State Vs. Michigan.

Excellent.

The plan's have change a little. The Squirrel is feeling fluish and informed me I'll be making food all by myself. No problem, it's best for me to do the cooking anyhow. The Squirrel has been known to boil an entire turkey. And yes, I said "boil".

I'll see you guys later. I have to run to the store and pick up supplies. Thanks Barman.

GO BUCKS !!!