Dear Diary,
I had to call a meeting with Cupcake the other day. I'm a little concerned. The Summer girl aka NumNum has not shared one single cookie with me yet. I asked Cupcake, do you think she doesn't like me? Is it my breath? Is she afraid of me? Do I intimidate her? Wadda ya think it is Cupcake?
Now Cupcake and I go way back. She's been sharing cookies with me since she was knee high to a grasshopper.
Cupcake is all wise... and she did have a point when she reminded me that her grammy seems to have been without cookies in her house for the past year... ever since her quest to lose weight. So now I need to talk to the Summer girl aka NumNum.
One look at the grammy with those baby blues and the word 'cookie' should do it.
In the meantime... I wait patiently.
Yesterday morning during our walk, I walked into a rosebush and came back home with a bloody ear and foot. I'm okay now.
Oh. And Mom has published parts of my diary in her book and called it Gracie's Diary. Without my permission I might add. This is really embarrassing. Gracie.
