It has now rained for five days straight - ugh! Today Daddy cleaned out the garage because he couldn't mow the yard, and I "helped" by getting into or climbing onto EVERYTHING he took out of the garage and set in the driveway. Mommy cleaned the house from top to bottom, and when she was finished using the stepladder to clean the ceiling fan, I drug a bunch of stuff under it and made a fort. Mommy inflated my new swimming pool, but all I can do is watch it sit on the deck and fill with rain water...man, I'm sick of rain!

Yesterday, Mommy and Daddy and I went to look at carpet for the basement bedroom, as it was a rainy and dreary day (as usual), and later had an early supper at Red Lobster. One of the hostesses took a lobster out of the tank in the lobby for some of us kids to see, and I ALMOST touched it, but I chickened out. Some boys did touch it, and I squealed when they did! Mommy wants me to add that I was not exactly well behaved at supper: so what if I laid on the floor under the table, screamed at the fish in the tank across the aisle and tried to climb on top of the table? Personally, I had a fun time!