Tuesday the 13th, Day 53:

I have a new Nemisis.

An ARCH-Nemisis, even.

A SUPER-Villan of an Arch-Nemisis.

Except it's not a person. It's not an animal. It's a WORD.

YET.

Yep. That's my new evil enemy. The word YET. I don't like it very much- not one BIT, in fact... Allow me to demonstrate:

"No, Bertha, we can't stop at the doggie-store for a piggy-tail treat because it's not open YET...."

"Stay, You cannot come into restraunts with us YET..."

"Go in your house- we are going out to the movies, and you can't go into movies YET..."

"Hey! Put that box of treats down, you can't have thosew YET..."

"Give me that chicken leg, it's not Deboned YET..."

Dammit.

Today, the evilest incarnation of the word YET happened.

See, My blankies are getting a bit smelly. Only Dad and Pa didn't notice that. (typical men. Pigs, all of them!) What's a girl to DO when her favorite bedding is dirty? I can't do my own LAUNDRY... (Dad says the last rottie who lived here helped with Laundry, but I really think he must be making that up, that's too silly for words...)

So you see, Dad and Pa had bought me some extra blankies, and put them on the shelf by the TV and Futon-couch... they said they were mine, but I couldn't have them YET...

You see where this is going, right?

I decided, dammit, They are MINE. Mine mine mine mine! So I got them down, and CAREFULLY began unwrapping the little cardboard labels off them. Dad said, "Hey! you can't have those YET..."

Oooh, I was VEXED.

I laid down again- and waited... (because if you wait long enough, Dad gets involved watching TV or playing computer... and sure enough! he did!) ...then I made a SNEAK attack- I grabbed one, and finished unwrapping it, and then instead of shaking it to open it the way I normally would, I CAREFULLY pawed it open... unroll-unroll-unroll...

...but Dad saw the flash of bright red by the desk, and went, "HEY! That's not for you, YET!"

AUGH. I stared at him. *vexedvexedvexed*

He said, "Give me THAT!" and I put one foot on it... I looked the other way, pretending I didn't know WHY it was, he couldn't pick up the blankie... Hmmmm.

He was not amused.

Neither was I!

We sat in silence a while... but then I realized- NOW was my chance! I snuck around again, and liberated the other one. (It was green, maybe Dad wouldn't notice the green one so easy...) I snuck it down, and REALLY carefully pulled off the wrapper... shhhh...

The cat saw me, and stood up to see what I was doing. Dad said, "Hey kitty..." and then he looked to see what she was looking at.

AUGH. GRRRrr...

She was looking at me, just starting to unroll the other blankie.

I was looking at her, giving her my best EVIL look! . o O ( I blame YOU! Tattletale!!)

Dad took it away again. *SIGH*

So you can see, I have decided it is open WAR on the word "YET"...

But all's well that ends well- Tonight, when Pa got home, he brought some yummy meat and cheese for a nice cuddly dinner, and a movie for him and Dad to watch at home! (yay!) and best of all... he gave me my blankies!!!

YAY!!!!

Next week: Why I dislike movies with Zombies in them. (especially zombie DOGS)....

Big Bertha