On Wednesday, I decided that I would stow away with Uncle Kate to go to Sacramento. She thought that was an awesome idea, but I decided that I'd rather stay where the food is, so I didn't end up going with her. I fit quite nicely into the bag, didn't I?
But it was a good thing I didn't go, because I got to meet my Uncle Gabe on Sunday... Or actually Monday morning. We got him up at what Mom calls an ungodly hour, but I'm up at that time all the time, so I don't see what's so terrible about it! Uncle Gabe wasn't mad, because I'm a cute alarm clock, and he needed to get to the airport on time.
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