I hate when Maman makes me do morning shift. But it was me or Remi and since we actually like to maintain paying customers, I drew the short stick.
I hate my brother.
And damn Trey for his early morning enthusiasm. Humans suck. The worst is he turned up the jukebox and is pumping music through the club while we get ready to open. Aimee’s perky too. What is it with these morning creatures?
I understand nothing about morning. It’s the time when decent bears should be sleeping.
And I notice Maman isn’t here. I tried to protest that and learned that maternal instincts don’t extend to kids when they reach my age.
Filed now under most important facts.
Better go help Mark in the kitchen. At least it’s quieter in there.