Oscar Chronicles - It Ain't My Fault

Hello, how are you? Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Oscar. Before I get into my story, let me make sure you know how to say my name correctly. As I said, my name is Oscar but it is pronounced Osk-ar. My family -yes, I permit them t get away with mispronouncing my name. But that's just because they love me so much. To be honest, they call me many cute names...I must admit "Oskey" is one of my faves. One of my family members calls me "Owee" LOL.

My family is really great. All my needs are met. They're basically like my helpers, or friends -except when they get on my nerves. Like those times one of them stays in the bathroom for like TWENTY MINUTES!!! I mean really, others need to go too. Now, they don't speak my language but somehow we understand each other. Sort of like that look that you get from your Mama. The one that says "No...you better not...try me..." So I give them a look and they come do what I need. Open the door for me, give me massages, make all my meals...What you thought I prepared my meals? Ha! And risk messing up my nails? No way! They prepare my meals, snacks and all my beverages.

So right now, this is me.

And I bet you're wondering how I got here. Where? Look closely...really, really closely. Yep - that's me. Still don't see me? That's great...for me. (SMILE) Why?

Well you know how we were talking about languages and how some things are just universally understood? Not the angry looks from a Mama - no the language I mean is the universal language of chips!!! MMMM the crackle, crumple sound of the bag sends me running! It speaks to me. I cannot resist! Aaahh the delightful sound the chips make when they are crunched and nibbled on. The mere opening of the bag is enough to send me running in search of the salty goodness.

So it's hardly my fault that when they opened the bag of my favorite chips (the ones with the hint of lime) AND then left the bag - OPENED - on the couch AND left the room that I helped myself. Ok so I ate them. All of them! I couldn't help it! They were speaking to me, calling to me...so I ate them!

Oooh my family is going to be so angry with me...if they can find me.

What do you think?

I think I'm just going to lie really still...at least until they go to bed.

Wish me luck...

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