|Espresso, "Less than a hundred days till Holloween, hoomin!"|
|Espresso, "Stop it, hoomin - you're making my raspberry uncomfortable."|
|Gus, "A raspberry a day ... no, it won't keep disapproval away."|
|Charlie, "He's a murderizer, but he's a softie murderizer!"|
Good evening, Everybun!
Our ambitions for the day took a hop, and everything melted into a lazy, loafing endeavor. My hoomin wrote a little bit more for the Finneas story, and that's about all. Aside from that, he has only two more lessons to write up. Only two. After all this time, at least this stretch is finally coming to a close.
Now, if only 'Spressy stopped thumbing his nose at cookies. Something's up with him, and we're trying to work the problem. At least it's not eleven at night. Sigh..., and thump, of course!
Good night, and good luck!