|Espresso and the pseudo-blueprints|
|Espresso, "Um, no, hoomin, just no."|
|Charlie, "And what about my boyfriends?!"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
This morning, I supervised my hoomin as he sketched a layout for Charlie's Winter Bundo. Or was it the "Evening Boyfriend Bundo?" Because it's Charlie, you know. She has a daytime boyfriend and an evening boyfriend.
Of course, my hoomin scribbled stuff no bun ever, in their right mind, would approve. I mean, on one paw, this thing was so hopeless, I tried to throw it back at him. But, on the other paw, I didn't see anything so grave that a cookie or two couldn't fix either if you know what I mean. I said, "Just leave the bag here, and I'll see what can be done, hoomin."
My hoomin said he'll pick up the materials this week and try to get it done pretty soon. The bundo will have a flat roof, and that way and it will double as a rooftop balcony, or a garden, or a place to set a small x-mas tree.
Well, so my hoomin is dreaming.
Good Night, and Good Luck!