Hellos, Everybun!
I have to say I'm disappointed in my hoomin. The way he let the storm scramble his noodle - he's just not cut out for a storm trooper.
In other news, we keep logging every time my murderizing friend sneezes. It happened a few times this week. So, we keep an eye and ear on it.
There's a new blob in the Atlantic heading our way. Of course, we're hoping it will be sheared off and turn north sooner rather than later. Then again, it will just try to drown somebunny else. It's as if we missed that memo from Mama Nature, "Don't you make me drown you again - this time, I mean it!"
All that will pass. I heard that today we art, which means extra cookies for yours truly—because that's how the cookie crumbles. OK, OK, I'll stop and see if I can get another chunk out of Spresso's hiney—he has been hanging out by the gate a lot lately.
We'll keep you posted!
- Gus
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