|Espresso, "A purple dandelion - that's a new one, eh!?"|
|Charlie, "I'm hissing at you with my eyes."|
|Gus, "What do you mean you didn't get the memo? I know we didn't eat THAT memo!"|
|Espresso, "Come to papa, parsley - come to papa!"|
The mornings were too short, and the days too long. Because no matter how many headrubs I get, I could use more. So I smell a chillaxing make up day with my hoomin.
He's been pestering us with some new lights or something. Supposedly they are pretty and work really well. Whatever. He claims it's all about doing something arty as often as possible. It helps to roll the wings level. And finally, they are starting to roll level.
Of course, tomorrow, we should have an update on "Graham Cracker and Mel."
We'll keep you posted!