Do you ever have those weeks
where you just can’t seem to get inspired? Times that you just feel like
crawling under your blanket and staying there? Times that you wish that your
big mouth housemates would stop barking long enough for you to catch some shut
eye? Times that you wish that you could just watch some World Cup Soccer and
eat an entire bag of Fritos without hearing “Chuck, put that bag down” or
“Chuck, you can’t eat that!” or just plain “NO Chuck!” I think that I might be
suffering from spring fever. I am not sure what it is, but it sounds serious. I
hope it won’t require surgery! Is it contagious? If I have it, could I give it
to you if I were to maybe lick your nose? I mean, I don’t know, I am just
asking. Anyway, I am so sorry for my lack of enthusiasm and creativity. As soon
as my fever goes away, I will be back to my normal self: getting in trouble and
telling you all about it. In fact, I think I might be getting better already.
This morning, my Dad opened the blinds and let the sun shine on my bed. I think
I might be ready for a little Chihuahua tanning session with drinks and snacks.
It is difficult to soak up the sun from underneath my blanket. I guess I will
come out for a little while! I might need some ear plugs though just in case
someone is yelling at me. Do they make those in my size?
CHUCK
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