Greetings, Everybunny!
It started raining here at last. The weeds in the backyard got all confused, thinking it's Spring when it's already Summer. Even better - the days are finally getting shorter. I know, I know. If you think that was bad - it's only two days till M*nd*y. OK - it makes no difference to Mr. M*nd*y how precise the count - a day with change or three days. It'll get here on the dot because it always does.
In other news, my hoomin had a good week at the new tar pit. It still has that new tar pit smell, and the demo he did went very well. That said, another place called confirming their offer still stands. That's a fascinating pickled cawwot to chew on.
We're expecting more rain and stormy things - perfect for the soul searching my hoomin has to do. Yes - that's a head-scratcher because I know I'm his soul. What's he gonna search for? I'm right here! And what do I care as long as the cawwots and raspberrinis keep coming? And they better keep coming. But what about Charlie and Espresso? Does it mean my hoomin has three souls?
We'll keep you posted,
- Gus
2 comments:
Yur hoomin has 12 paws to care for .... go for the best. (Awful good news for sure ...)
... Snickers will be in order when the dust settles!
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