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| "The Tucks Out Guyzez" |
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| "Olympia is a Lionhead I" |
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| "Who Loves Ya, Baby!? Nostalgia Gus" |
Good evening, Everybun!
We are doing - we're doing OK. Trying to sum up how we're doing in one line feels like playing the Chair of the Federal Reserve. In other words, Charlie got her fluids this morning; one stab; the flow was great; and she was a tiny bit mad. She peed on the disposal pad while getting the fluids and expressed some of the sludge. It feels very rough to touch. Oh, you know he touched it! She enjoyed some extra snacks, took a nap in a hard-to-reach location, and now is loafing and napping tucks-out in a loafer.
I'm disapproving of my hoomin sideways and smugly. He came down with sniffles this past Thumpday, and today I'm enjoying the part where he tries to cough up his lungs. He says he overdid it yesterday. I'm thinking, "Overdid what!? Breathing? Being annoying? Just being, maybe?"
The way I see it, he'll have to overdo it tonight again. The painting is almost done - for better or for worse, but "almost" won't cut it. And Bunfest is next week.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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