|Charlie, "The home-grown wheatgrass" is all gone but the pics aren't - thump!"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
We are barely a week past Spring, and the bundays of summer are scorching. And we're in the "cool" part of the deep south fryer.
I made my hoomin use up the last of the dregs from the picture barrel because none of us feel like helping. We'll get one of the evenings this week and won't be able to nom the noms in peace 'cause the hoomin got inspired. Thump!
Other than that, it's been a nice, quiet loafing day. Sometimes bun can't tell why it's so quiet, though. Are we "Five miles out" from the storm? Are we in the eye of it? Or is it all behind us, but we can't tell?
Good Night, and Good Luck!