|Espresso, "Do I really, REALLY need the hoomin because I need cookies!?"|
|Charlie, "Gus and I are a few brush strokes away from being a Picasso painting."|
In the strange phenomena department, something happened to the soul-crushing dread of m*nd*y that usually starts on Fridays. I know, I know. But it's gone this time. Just like that, and it's not there. Oh well, we're just glad.
Good night, and good luck!