and by 'cheese' i mean the real thing and not lindy (whose occasional nickname is 'cheese'). so this is kind of personal, but i'm gonna share anyway. what are blogs for?
i need to pooh. and i can't. momma says i shouldn't beg for so much cheese. i think momma should just be firm and tell me 'no cheese for you!' i've asked for refried beans (cause these aren't too bad when there's cheese on them). the beans would help, right? but momma says there's a mad stink coming out of our butts and she can't give us beans. i don't know any other food that can help with my problem. maybe i could get a master cleanse out here in the land of milk and honey. milk! that's it. i think i heard the doctor tell momma once that milk would give me the runs. i need the runs cause right now i have the stops. there's a big ball of cheese stuck in my belly.
gotta run. daddy's home and momma said it was his turn to take us out. so i'm going out to try to pass the cheese.
love and laxatives,
daisy daffodil
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