Workers of the World, Unite!

I swear this house would fall apart if it wasn't for me. I had to spend my whole Saturday working in the yard. And the worst part is that it wasn't even mowing (I have to beg dad to let me mow).



A day like this does make me glad the democrats are in power now. I am looking forward to that minimum wage increase. Dad says that I get paid in diapers and milk, but that is not going to fly anymore. I had been floating some ideas about a proletariat revolution around story hour, but it may not be necessary anymore; I think this Pelosi gal will probably tear down the bourgeoise and get me what I am entitled to.



Dad kept saying things about the 'man being the subject of work' and 'subduing the earth' and I told him if he really believed in the dignity of work, he would pick up a rake and help me out (from each according to his ability, you know). That is when he decided it was time for us to go inside and have some hot cocoa.

Taking over the internet, one blog at a time

Here I am, popping up on another blog (just scroll to the last picture for me!). I like to make guest appearances occasionally, so keep your eyes open; here are a few other places you may see me in the future: here, here, or here. It is a non-exhaustive list, but those are a couple of ideas I have for the future.

At my cousins' house