What's Texas?

Whitney keeps talking about going to Texas for Christmas and seeing her cousins and aunties and uncles, but I never heard anything about me going along. Rude. All I know is that GrandDaddy is coming over every day and my food is prepackaged into portion-controlled baggies. Which means I can't beg for more food at 4:38am again. Double rude. 

Yup, Char, it's finally time for me to head to Texas for Christmas, and unfortunately I can't take you with me. Although I'm sure you could convince the airline pilots to let you fly! 

Oh of course! 

Alright, it's time for us to say goodbye for the weekend, are you going to be good?

Am I ever not good? I'll be ruling my queendom.