Espresso, "One loafer - that's how tight we are."
Espresso, "My good mood went out my nose with a sneeze, OK?"
Good evening, Everybun!
Well, I'm still having sneezing fits, and my hoomin's not sure what to do anymore. And the day took a turn for the exhausting kind after my hoomin didn't get much much sleep last night. Now the only plan is to get some loafing time. We'll pick up where we left off sometime during the week. Another weekend will get here before we know.
The V. E. T. might get a call tomorrow as well.
Good night, and good luck!