Sebec Lake, Maine

I will never fly USPS again. Worst trip of my life. I thought flying Southwest and dealing with the cattle call was bad, but being crammed into a box alone with Monkey Boy for five days is absolutely unbearable. This is probably the only time that I'm thankful that we are made of fluff. Stuffing farts don't stink. Can you imagine a human fart in that box with no air holes? It would have been like an explosion in a waste treatment facility.

And to make it worse, K isn't even here. She left this morning. She didn't even wait for us. I know she knows that we were on our way. What a bitch. Just for that, I have no interest in going back to California any time soon. Think we will stick around here for a while.



Oh, and Monkey Boy thinks that the party is for him. What an idiot. It is K's Momma's 60th birthday in two days. I swear, he thinks everything is about him. Doesn't he know it is all about the humans? They could care less what happens to us. Guess I can't complain, since his head is full of cotton.