I was so excited when we picked up Kristin at the Atlanta airport last night—but more excited to stay in a fancy hotel downtown. I’ve never been to Atlanta before.
But Mom and Kristin then shoved me into Mom’s Vera bag to smuggle me in—how rude. I don’t remember that as part of the deal.
It took both of them to do so; I may be just two pounds but I’m incredibly strong. Every time one would hold me in, and the other try to zip me up, I’d pop back out again.
Of course, the second we got in the hotel, I was all about lounging on top of the bag again. I just don’t like being inside of it.
