My whirlwind tour of Canberra
Holy moly did I meet a lot of people.
Dad kept calling me his little show-pony. I bet he'd be charging admission to see me if he could get away with it. Hmmm.... I wonder what my cut of the profits would be...
Anyhow, we were there to celebrate Mom's book launch. Did I mention Mom wrote a book with some other people? It's about Australia's relationship with International Law, or as Mom explains it to me when she reads it to me at night... "The little fluffy kangaroo and his best friend Mr Bear ignored the warnings of the Security Council and decided to huff-and-puff and blow the terrorists away, despite having no evidence they actually ate the porridge."
Here is Mom signing a copy of her book. All she needs to do is sell about a billion of them and I can get a free university education!
While in Canberra Dad's friend Michael was showing me the latest in hi-tech 4D nano-macro laser-guided media-convergant baby blogging software version 2.0. I'm eager to get my hands on one of those puppies.
I also went to a dinner party. I saw Jamie. For a moment, I screamed in terror. Then I was fine. Don't ask me why. I'm a woman and it's my prerogative.
Here I am in front of the parliament buildings, playground for politicians and dealmakers. I tried to explain to Dad the difference between the Senate and the House of Representatives, but he just kept wanting to eat ice cream. In the cold. I screamed in frustration.
I was very upset that 'Bling' was accepted but Dad refused to allow me to spell 'Fshizzle' or 'Mnizzle' despite all my cool friends assuring me it's in the dikshonarie.
Cut me some slack with my Scrabble skills people, I'm 3 months old for crying out loud!
Wow, what a mugshot. Mom's been trying my hair down lately. You can see what I think about it. I say bring back the mohawk!
So... Canberra is cooler than you think. Especially when I'm in town. I had a blast, hangin with Mom and Dad's friends and taking in the sights. I even overheard Dad saying something about me being conceived there... one of these days I'll have to look that up in the ensyklopedeeah and see what he's referring to.
Peace Out!
Sass
Dad kept calling me his little show-pony. I bet he'd be charging admission to see me if he could get away with it. Hmmm.... I wonder what my cut of the profits would be...
Anyhow, we were there to celebrate Mom's book launch. Did I mention Mom wrote a book with some other people? It's about Australia's relationship with International Law, or as Mom explains it to me when she reads it to me at night... "The little fluffy kangaroo and his best friend Mr Bear ignored the warnings of the Security Council and decided to huff-and-puff and blow the terrorists away, despite having no evidence they actually ate the porridge."
Here is Mom signing a copy of her book. All she needs to do is sell about a billion of them and I can get a free university education!
While in Canberra Dad's friend Michael was showing me the latest in hi-tech 4D nano-macro laser-guided media-convergant baby blogging software version 2.0. I'm eager to get my hands on one of those puppies.
I also went to a dinner party. I saw Jamie. For a moment, I screamed in terror. Then I was fine. Don't ask me why. I'm a woman and it's my prerogative.
Here I am in front of the parliament buildings, playground for politicians and dealmakers. I tried to explain to Dad the difference between the Senate and the House of Representatives, but he just kept wanting to eat ice cream. In the cold. I screamed in frustration.
I was very upset that 'Bling' was accepted but Dad refused to allow me to spell 'Fshizzle' or 'Mnizzle' despite all my cool friends assuring me it's in the dikshonarie.
Cut me some slack with my Scrabble skills people, I'm 3 months old for crying out loud!
Wow, what a mugshot. Mom's been trying my hair down lately. You can see what I think about it. I say bring back the mohawk!
So... Canberra is cooler than you think. Especially when I'm in town. I had a blast, hangin with Mom and Dad's friends and taking in the sights. I even overheard Dad saying something about me being conceived there... one of these days I'll have to look that up in the ensyklopedeeah and see what he's referring to.
Peace Out!
Sass
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