|Gus, "Nom, nom, nom, mmmmm, mmm, mmmmm; nom, mm!"|
|Gus, "I see; you don't mind getting told twice as long as I do the telling."|
|Gussy, "It's not your fault; it's OK; you'll never look this handsome - you're not a bun."|
My hoomin came to the realization that all chores are bunn chores when you get down to them. It's all about taking care of the House of Disapproving Bun. That's all there is to it. That's it. I say, "If you don't like it - better luck next time. Come back as a Himalayan mountain goat, a cartoon character, or something.
Of course, it was a nice day here - nice for La Florida, anyway. Cool and cloudy, with a light breeze - perfect for trimming the sea grape, hustling around the yard, and such. It kept the hoomin outside and out of our whiskers, and we can't argue with that.
Unfortunately, the day is still fairly young. I'm afraid he'll still try to art today or something.
Good night, and good luck!