She gave us a can of Stinky Goodness to split for dinner and said she was sorry about this morning, but there will be no more Stinky Goodness for breakfast because she thinks I'm fat! Evidently watching me run down the stairs is unattractive and amusing for the girth that flaps back and forth.
Well....YEAH YOU'RE FAT TOO, LADY!!! At least my thighs don't spark when I run.
Maybe Santa will lay the snackdown on her and make her give me back my Stinky Goodness. He can do that, right???