De inimico non loquaris sed cogites*

There are times that I think I might have been better off if Mom and Dad had gotten me a goldfish rather than my evil, monstrous, terrible dear sweet sister. But what can you do? Other than convince Mom and Dad to adopt something that will terrorize Abby. I know, attempt to keep her in her place. But it's getting tougher. My fat-bottomed sister is getting speedier.

And she's in my face...

Drastic times call for drastic measures...

And she's got crazy eyes.

I don't think a goldfish would be quite so crazy-eyed. I'm just saying...

Anyhoo, other than dealing with my crazy sister (honestly - she will get on the bed and wait for me to come in the room and then try to pounce on me when I want to get up on the bed; a goldfish would not do that...), we've been going on a lot of long walks. The weather is in limbo - it's not really snowing, other than some flurries, but it's cold at night and cool and windy during the days. Unfortunately, it warms up just enough that the backyard gets muddy, so my chances to put Abby in her place are limited. But we're walking a lot.

And Mom and Dad are hoping for snow...

Me? I'm just hoping for some more backyard time so I can remind Abby who's boss.

I'm just saying...

*kissey face*
-Fiona (and Abby the evil, vicious, non-goldfish Hippobottomus)


*Don't wish ill for your enemy; plan it.

PeeEss: I should amend this to say that I really do love my little sister, I just love her more when she's asleep, or running errands with Mom while I'm home with Dad... Heehee!