Buford here. I have been residing in my wonderful home for over 6 years now and can say without a doubt that I hate the fall. Mother, oh mother, where are you? You called a week long absence "band camp." What the heck is that? For 10 days you got up even before me, gave us all breakfast, took us out, brought us in and then you left. You came back at noon for what--5 whole minutes! Just enough time to take us out again. You did the exact same thing at dinner time--at least you fed us. And then off you went AGAIN. You finally came home each night around 11 PM and what did you do after you took us out yet again? You went to sleep!
Now that that particular nightmare week is over, you're still out running around for something called "rehearsals." Mom? We want you home with us! Can't you just stay home and write shows for lots of other schools so you don't have to "go to work" every day and leave us home all alone? Please?
