Hello. George here. Mom is letting me do the post tonight because she says she is bogged down with filling out more paperwork for disability for my dad. And she's doing another pill chart for the week for my dad. So she's busy. And now she is watching Survivor with dad.
I think she does too much with dad and not enough with me. I think it should be all about me. I've been bringing her every single toy in my toybox and she has just been dropping them, or not throwing them far. I like it when she throws them far. I like it when she throws them and they land on the furniture and then I jump onto it and bounce off like a ball. I like bouncing all over the place. I don't need caffeine to make me excited. I was born excited. When I sleeps, I sleeps good. And when I plays, I plays really good. Well, time to go. Mom is typing this for me because well, you know why.
P.S. Mom says she will be back tomorrow. And she says to say "Until tomorrow, my friends." There, I said it.