So, the hoomin decided to chore all day and messed up our nap time. He got all four stink eyes for that. There was a snappppeh saaaaalad to make up for it, but still. Yes, yes, we had all the greens we could handle on Saturday.
He's been calling me Zoomer for some reason. He has a head, I think, so he should have a head gasket, no? I think it might be slipping. He'll come home late from the pits, and he'll ask me, "How you doin', Zoomer?" Then it's Zoomer this and Zoomer that. Who the hop is Zoomer? He says he needs to draw me more, silly hoomin.
Well, don't let the M*nd*y thing get ya, OK?
We'll keep you posted,