Bizzy, bizzy day

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

As you pointed out to Neenee, I kicked off the morning with a wee bit of No Day. (This exchange is called, "Car?" "No car." I think you've heard us run through our lines before.)

 

So, with winter upon us (after summer YESTERDAY), Neenee decided on a dance party. You can guess all the usual suspects. Dames wanted to hear "Happy" again and again, but I preferred "Shake It Off." And when Neenee picked a bad song, we let her know RIGHT away!

 

Then ingenious Dames found another use for the metal baseball bucket. Ta-da!

 

I was all, "Shoo'. I can do that! Give it to me. Here! Take MY photo!"

 

Did you get it?

 

Good gracious! After that, ALL the pones rang. And by pones, I mean 'motes. So, me and Dames talked on all of them.

 

Look. We're busy. In demand. Sometimes I gots to put a caller on hold. You know??

 

Anyway, when Neenee FINALLY said we could have lunch (we've been making it until about 11 before we're desperately hungry), me and Dames knew what to do! Look. We don't need nobody's help.

 

Anyway, sometimes Neenee wonders if I'm being a stinker just to be a stinker. Like when I act as if it's maybe the worst day ever, but then I secretly keep smiling when no one's looking... Whatchya think, Mom? I don't do that, do I??!