Confessions of a Veggie Booty addict...

Ok, I'll admit it. I'm strung out. When Mommy doesn't give me Veggie Booty, I get the shakes. I can't sleep. I can't think. I can't crawl. It's taking over my life, man. I scan the floor, looking for stray morsels. I grab pieces from my friends' chubby little fingers. I can't get enough. For real. It's reduced me to a babbling, drooling infant. Gotta have my Booty.


Anonymous said...

this is hilarious! Can't wait to see B again ... so the way to her heart is via veggie booty!!!


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