I hate needles!!

My mommy does not like getting her blood drawn (or needles for that matter). She went to la-la land before I was born, and needed supplemental (mommy puts the mental in supplemental) oxygen. Daddy had thankfully stepped out and not witnessed this dramatic turn of events, but when he returned and saw mommy, he shook his head and muttered something about FEMA and whether mommy was too big a disaster area even for them...


Before blood draw:


After blood draw:

All hail me!!

I'm here!! Time to celebrate! The girls now outnumber Daddy 3-1. He is toast; no, he is burnt toast. Morgan and I will hatch a plan to break him down until he is powerless to resist our every thought and wish. GIRL POWER!!!!