I’m starting to worry about the old lady Violet. Between Steve’s constant need to “process” what’s going on with Willow [I still haven’t told him all the details] and Ethel’s amplified mood swings since her concert was a flop, I fear Violet’s aged, frazzled nerves can’t take much more.
Lately I’ve noticed Violet getting addicted to food…and I mean ADDICTED. Her biggest weakness is for the furry beasts’ food. Every time our moms feed the beasts, Violet hobbles out to the kitchen hoping to catch a few bites.
When our moms sit down to dinner, it’s not the furry beasts begging for food. It’s Violet waging a full-on assault on their plates. I had no idea she could be so aggressive. This is bad.
It’s so bad, in fact, that I’m worried she might be trying to hurt herself. The other night when our moms came home with Dairy Queen, she accosted them for a bite. Death by Chocolate? I haven’t seen Violet move that fast in years!
Thank goodness Baby Girl became a certified Life Coach. Maybe she can help. Though after my experience making a Vision Board with Steve [Baby Girl suggested this might be helpful to guide him toward “creating the life he wants”], I’m a little wary of asking for Baby Girl’s assistance.Baby Girl is supposed to stop by tomorrow to fill me in on all the latest details about Willow’s alleged girlfriends. Maybe I’ll talk to her about Violet. Then again, I’m not sure I could handle having to help with another Vision Board.