I HATE her!

This is me, giving her a BIG grinchy face.   

 

And complaining, and giving her a big raspberry.

Anybody care to speculate as to the reason?  Just take a look here....

See My Bambi toy anywhere, do you?  Maybe a ringer....but not my toy.

It's definitely not here.  Where is it you might ask?   Well, me too!!!

Before I went out for my first "last" outing this evening, I put her into my water bowl because I thought she was thirsty.  The FM was there and snatched her out.  She was only a little damp (clearly, she hadn't had a chance to quench her thirst) so I ran out the door with her.   Then I came back in and we all snuggled on the couch for a while (FM here - that was a real thrill, Magee and the soggy, stinky Bambi toy - ugh).  And then we went out again. This is fun, all this going out alone at night to explore and check the camp perimeter.  When I came in, I thought Bambi might need another drink so I put her in my water bowl again.  That's when things got dicey.  The FM grabbed her and ran off with her and then she closed the door to the laundry room.  When she came out, I insisted that we both go out to search for Bambi.  I couldn't settle down, so she went upstairs and brought down some of the other kids' toys for me to investigate.  One sort of looks like Bambi, so I gave it a try, but it just wasn't right.  Then there was a penguin sort of thing that kind of felt similar, so I tried that too, but it wasn't right either.   I threw myself at the door so I could go outside and check around again.  And again  When I came in the last time, the FM closed and locked everything and then went to the laundry room again.  She usually lets me help with transferring the stuff, but this time she was really sneaky and didn't let me see what was going on, but I'm smart.  I know what was happening.  She killed my Bambi.  I'm living here with a MURDERER.  She told me everything would be just fine in the morning when I wake up but that assumes I am going to sleep.  Hah.  Not me.  I'm going to howl and scream and pace all night long until I get my Bambi back.   (FM here again - he is true to his word, he's pacing and whining.  That damn toy can't dry fast enough!) 

Magee had planned to thank everyone for his comments - he does love getting comments - but he's far too distraught to be gracious.  Tomorrow is another day, and the Drama Queen will have his Bambi back, so he'll be functional once again. 

Good Night!  

Or it will be when the dryer stops and I can return the beast to The Beast