|Gus, "Fresh Spanish Needle, eh!?"|
|Charlie, "You cheat - electric candles and no spicy hay!?"|
|Espresso, "It's a FINE hiding spot!"|
It's been a bizarre week around here. My hoomin caught a nasty cold and was on the miserable side of things. No, it's not THAT virus - that was the first thing he checked. But the affair took the shine off the week - it wasn't bad enough to stay in bed, but it sure made a zombie out of the sorry sod.
Let me guess - it's going to be a weekend of chillaxing around here. And I can help with that - at least, I can lead by example. Charlie already flopped for the first after-cookie nap. She sat up - looked at the hoomin - and rolled over. He better take the hint.
We'll keep you posted!
Hope the hoomin feels better!
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