|Espresso, "I know, that you know, than I'm gonna plot something, so just get over it, will ya!?"|
|Charlie, "Nice bed desk you got her, be a shame if you wanted to use it, hoomin."|
|Espresso, "Your guts; they disgust me!"|
Things feel springy out there today. Charlie hopped over to hang out with the other guy again. There she is, making herself at home under that funny little desk. My hoomin uses to work on those thumping lesson plans. But he sits on the floor when he does that. It's easier to administer those never-ending headrubs to anybun nearby. Of course, he has to share it with Charlie or Espresso when they set up camp underneath it.
He said something about visiting Susan and her warren. Something, something about taking a few pics again.
We'll keep you posted,