From the Desk of Ty Vol. 4

From the Desk of Ty

Vol. 4

What a week!

Let me start again with a question. What’s the deal with all the yellow stuff in the air? Mommy and I have been sitting on the porch lately. It’s so nice, but I sneeze sometimes. When Daddy comes inside, he looks like he’s been crying. I hope he isn’t upset over something I’ve done. I’ll just have to be extra good when he comes home from that place he calls work.

Sunday started off like all other days. I woke up, had a little snack, slept a little more, sprayed my cannon in my shorts… you know typical stuff. But then Daddy pulled all my clothes off and put a rough, itchy shirt on. It was bright white with the material folded up at the top. There were also blue checkered pants. I looked ridiculous, but everyone kept saying “You look so handsome”. After a while I began to believe them and started feeling more comfortable. Next thing I know, they’re going to make me choke myself with one of those nooses like Daddy.

After getting my fancy clothes on, they strapped me into my portable chair. The next thing I know, loud music is shaking me awake—briefly. The room was dark, so I feel asleep again. I woke up a couple of more times, but the Sandman wasn’t far off and took me off each time.

Speaking of that, I hear him calling my name.

Night-night.