Space Traveler

I have decided that I am a Space Traveler. Last evening as I laid down my head, I heard the same old familiar voice. Today, as I wake up there were new voices in the background. Clearly, I must be in a different location from yesterday. Most likely a wormhole opened in the space-time continuum during my slumber and instantaneously sucked me into a new location. I must try to find a similar wormhole that can remove me from my daily decreasing quarters - this will be my project for the upcoming weeks.

I also wonder what the big deal is about bathing... the woman keeps talking about a shower. She must be really dirty.

LT

Apple a Day

Well the woman who carries me around must be taking her apple a day, because I got a clean bill of health at the Doctor. Of course, I knew I was in good shape. I have been swimming in this pool of water for the past 7+ months. That has got to be good for my young heart.

I also heard a rumor that there might be a new bed for me once I decide to come out of the pool and dry off. The other deep cranky voice that is always talking about this thing called money... told the woman that he bought me a better mattress than they sleep on. I am cute and I am worth it!

Hot Boy Luke Out!

My Favorite Color?

The problem with parents is that they are always making decisions for you. Take my room for example. Now I haven't even had a single day of sun shine my caucasion behind and my folks are already pushing their beliefs on me. The other day, my old man went out and bought a pint of paint, brushes, tarps and tape in order to paint my room. Do you think they consulted me on how I would like it painted, what color I might appreciate, what sort of characters should adorning the valence? Heck no! They go behind my back and make all those decisions for me without any thought to what I might like.

Regardless to the right is the decoration they have picked out for me... I am not sure what these creatures are, but I look forward to asking for one to ride during the Tree Sacrificing Holiday where they shower me with gifts.

The disgruntled child

My First Post

Well, I am not born yet... but I am excited to meet everyone. I get so excited that sometimes, I kick a little bit. Not sure my mom likes it so much... but here is a picture of me as of today.

See you June 6th.

LT