Will's Resort

I mean … are you KIDDING ME!?!?!?

Seriously! Sorry for the rant, but this was the last straw. Hello, remember me...Bentley, aka “the Bentlers,” “Mr. Bentley,” “Bent.” You can reference the previous entries of this blog for more info. Yep, that’s me, the picture directly below my parents dated December of ’05, which by the way is over 3 years prior to the event that occurred this past January. The hairless dog my parents call Will has struck again. Just when I was about to be over this little change in lifestyle since my brother arrived, Christmas rolled around giving me a not so nice “kick in the gut” reminder. Not only does Will have his OWN room to sleep in, he now has a room allocated just for his toys. FYI… this is a 3 bedroom house we live in, so technically he has taken over half the house, IN LESS THAN 1 YEAR. What do I have? 2 flipping corners! One for my bed and a corner for my toys.

Is that it? Nope! The hits just keep on coming. It took me 4 years to accumulate my basket of toys. It took my brother 2 days to fill the whole house!

Anyway, just wanted to hit on this little soap box that popped up during this what-could-have-been lovely holiday season. Oh and Will, if you’re reading this, I would be very careful about which toys you choose to put in your mouth.

Regards,
Bentley