|Espresso, "I heard a bag; was that a bag? Where's the bag!"|
|Charlie, "You're not trying to pay attention to something there, are ya!?"|
|Charlie, "You like you want to use my hidey table - again!"|
|Espresso, "That's Mr. Espresso to you, hoomin."|
The bun days of summer are here, the tropics are quiet, and no news is good news. This time, I think we all got up ready for the weekend. Even my hoomin; imagine that. But waking up can really take it out of you, so we got the first naps of the day under our belts.
Everybunny got their loafing spots picked out, and only the sound of a cookie bag getting rustled will get us moving. That's how simple we're gonna keep it!
We'll keep you posted!
What kind of cookies? I don’t think there is anything simple about cookies. Lots to consider. The right choice is a thoughtful engagement with the essence of the moment. What cookie will it take to make it perfect?
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