29 noviembre 2005
22 noviembre 2005
locked up. . . Won't let me out. . .
Taking a nap on a fresh pile of sheets in Mom's house, I was happy as can be. Suddenly, I was in a dark cave, and I couldn't get out. Screaming, I begged for someone to get me out of the trap. I promised to never eat the aloe plant again if I would be able to just see light again. Then, Mom's voice drew near! The ground started shaking, and she said, "how did you get in that drawer?"