|Gussy, "A bum, I said you're a bum, hoomin. Not a bun - a bum!"|
|Espresso, "A quota? What quota!? A cookie quota!? For whom, hoomin, for whom?"|
We're ready for October. I said it; yes, we are. After last week we're just ready to slide straight into Halloween. Thump!
In other news, Tuesday night, my hoomin came home smelling funny. I detected a strong hint of Murphy. Charlie noted the undertones of Finneas and his girlfriend. The stinkin' two-timer!
Anyway, the hoomin said his "Spring Break" is over, and it's all about lesson plans. Something, something, wind triangles again. I sayz, "What wind triangles!? Beans, broccoli, and brussel sprouts?" No, not those, he sayz. It's crosswinds, flight paths, and visualizing the forces involved. They are quite pretty on paper and make you want to go full Kandinsky on them with colors and whatnot. Of course, you have to mix in a bun or two here and there to make it complete. That sounds very tempting and satisfying already!
We'll keep you posted,