|Espresso, "Five in the afternoon is way too early for me, hoomin."|
|Charlie, "M*nd*y, bunstructing M*nd*y!"|
|Rheya, "Yeah, the bundo freaked out and tried to jump out of the enclosure. I barely stopped it, hoomin!"|
|Charlie, "The hoomin arranges everything in the Bunnapolis and I disarrange everything."|
|Gus, "Yes, hoomin, a romantic dinner among the ruins."|
We're glad it's the weekend, finally. Maybe we should leave it at that. No hurricanes are heading this way, and the skies are blue.
Afghanistan is very far away from here too. Maybe that's what made the M*nd*y extra M*nd*y-ish? It sure tripped up my hoomin. He remembers when the Red Army went in there way back in the day. He regressed to being a little kid and found himself listening to "Radio Free Europe" and "Voice of America" broadcasts. Those used to be the preferred means of listening to the fashionable propaganda back then.
In other news, Covid breached the family over a week ago. We're all fine here at home, but my hoomin's sister is getting the works. She's lucky that she is staying out of the hospital. Thump!
What's a bun to do after a week like that? I'll recommend arting - again.
We'll keep you posted,