Conehead

Sunday night, I started wearing a cone because my scab is not healing properly. I have been scratching it when it starts to dry. It's fun.  :)  But I'm not having fun now.  Why oh why do  I have to wear this thing when I didn't have to when I lost my balzac months ago? In fact, I look so morose that my dad took it off.  He couldn't stand to see me so sad. He's a softy.  Mom puts it back on in the morning.  Waah!  Hate it.

 

 

 

Hmmm, don't remember his name

Shaking off sand