I think she may be a little peeved because the letter “B” comes before “D” (hey I’m not her mother – I didn’t pick her name). Meaning my name, Bee, always comes before hers. Strictly talking in the alphabetical sense here. Let’s face it, it sucks to be her.

So I have compromised and I always put her picture first. Except for when I don’t use pictures or her picture or her picture first. Of course at these times, she is just completely hosed. She is also usually the heroine loser featured in my Playa Plog adventures (it could happen) as opposed to just being the loser loser, a post I proudly uphold. So it sucks to be me too. I call that even Steven.

Moral of the story. It’s great to have a Canadian friend in Playa who loves cats & is a tourist dropout like me. Maybe I should think about writing a play. Tourist Cats.

Ya’ll go get yourselves a good day!