Poppi and Mummi safely returned Saturday from their trip to the "Keystone State". (Look it up! You might learn something! Heh! - Poppi says that.) They said that they had a good time, but missed all us gurls. (Big Sis, L'il Sis & Moi.) Poppi told me about the mountains, the Susquehanna River, and all the interesting area architecture and buildings-
Sigggghhh! After Poopi (not a misspelling - I was upset) started snickering (at my grandiose head nodding), I did a little research. This place may call itself a "Gentlemen's Club", but it is far from it. It features cheap liquor and Exotic (HA!) dancers. The only exotic thing is (as Poppi would say) "they dance nekkid." I'm glad, that since my name is associated with the place, that it is so far (about a thousand miles) from here. Whew! (Hush Chiquita! I can do without your snickering and razz-berries! At least I'm not named after a fruit. ahhh....ohhh... Don't cry. I'm sorry little girl. I didn't mean it.)
I've got to run and take care of this. My thoughtless lashing out has upset the little one. All I can say to myself is "Bad Dog."
Hugs, Kisses, and Belly Rubs for all! (Come here baby. Let me kiss those tears away.)