I thought before I go under the knife I would remember how my face looked young and untouched. My Mom toles me there would be no reason why I would not look the same when I woke up but I am afraid the Frankenvet will change my appearance just a bit and when I look in the mirror I will look like this:
When I discussed my fears with my sisters they started laughing so hard they fell backwards off of the couch, and of course Mom blamed me for pushing them.
Now I am starting to wonder if Mom and the Frankenvet are in this together.
I do not know when I will have my surgery I overheard her tell our Dad that she hopes she has enough monies to pay it or she may have to just give me to the Frankenvet as payment. I am worth millions.
I am putting this down in writing, and then hiding you my Dear Diary in case my friends ever need proof of my true existence.
Angus McConnell Long
P.S. Mom has not scheduled my surgery yet, till after she gets back wif grandma