Uncle Brian is a mean poopoo head....

I used to think that people with Master's degrees were smart.  I've officially come to the realization that Uncle Brian clearly lacks some marbles in that head of his.

I was sleeping last night when my ESPN monitor went off and it was beeping like crazy.  I had to listen really hard, but I heard Uncle Brian telling Aunt Stacey that there aren't enough treats in the world! 

Now, clearly, I've decided that Uncle Brian has something to do with my lack of treats.  I used to think Aunt Stacey hated me because she never got me anything, but after him talking about how toys are not important at Christmas and now how treats aren't important...well, let's just say, Uncle Brian is in for a nasty mean surprise next time I see him.  I'm saving up an extra smelly burp just for him.  I wonder if Miran-duh-duh's husband says the same thing.  I almost started thinking this is a man thing, but then I realized my Daddy is a man and he doesn't dare say such things.  I wonder if that's because I've taught him the importance of my treats and how they help my beauty or if it's just because he knows I'm a precious little princess who deserves all the good things in the world...

Uncle Brian has this torch on my island and I've been pretty respectful not to take his torch....he's always pet me and loved on me..but I must say, now that I spend some time thinking about it and making my hair white over it...I notice that Uncle Brian NEVER gives me treats.

You see, here in Abbie land, that creates some issues.  First of all, I am a princess.  I am beautiful.  I am graceful.  I am playful.  I am long, sleek, and I smell like roses.  My hair is wonderfully groomed (except my butt which my Mommy butchered because she's a big fat dodo brain).

I thought about how to handle Uncle Brian for a long time after I got that beeping ESPN message.  It was distrubing and kind of confusing, but I think I have come with a solution....

Uncle Brian, I have taken a picture from afar of the rocky side of my island.  Not only am I banishing you to the bad side, I'm snuffing out your TORCH! 

All the visitors to my island will see the smoke for miles and know you are a BAD BAD BAD BAD NASTY NO TREAT GIVING NO ABBIE LOVING MEAN OL POOPOO HEAD! 

And with that said, I'm going to have a little chat with Miran-duh-duh and see if her man thing in her house thinks the same thing.  If so, you'll have some company soon.

P.S.  Bring treats and I'll reconsider your torch....Ignore me...and I'll barf on you.