A Diabolically Injured Mommy
As Logged By: Agent West Mommy may have hurt her back Trying to lift my diaper sack. Now she's stuck on the couch With the frown of a grouch. Is it age? Is it genetic? The thoughts turn Mommy quite hectic. "I'm not old," Mommy shouts. Uh oh, here come the pouts. "AAAAAHHHHHHH," Mommy wails from the other side of the house and I lift my head to look about. How can she already be screaming? I have yet to throw this stink bomb at her. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" She cries again and this time I have to find out why. Carefully hiding the stink bomb for later (hey, I'm a diabolical dude. I'm still going to get Mommy), I crawl my way down the hall. Around the corner I carefully roam only to find Mommy on the couch with dozens of pillows propped behind her back. "I'M NOT OLD!" She screams at Daddy, who is looking like he's been shocked with a few bolts of lightning. "Of course not," Daddy tries to say with ...