|You made us wait again, hoomin!|
|Yep, "Difficult" is my real name, hoomin!|
Hoomin says we sounded like a tornado this morning, running doughnuts on the couch and the rug. In the end, we had to throw about the pellet bins to get his lazy bum out of his burrow. He made us a salad, but it was late. We get up around 5:30 AM and anything past that is late.
He keeps promising us a nice, fancy salad, presented and served on proper bun ware the way it was meant to be on a Bunday. Well, if it happens, we'll let you know. The trouble is, you never know when hoomins are involved.
- We'll keep you posted, Espresso.