|Gus, "The peace and quiet, your absence, were all appreciated."|
|Charlie, "That's 'Miss Cumulodisapprovous' to you, hoomin!"|
|Espresso, "So - you're back, baby, or what!?"|
Good evening, Everybunny!My hoomin disappeared over the weekend, and I haven't seen much of him. I heard it was a three-day-long life drawing workshop. But there were no buns to draw - only naked hoomins, so what's the point!?
Of course, Charlie said she demands an equal about of time in front of the pager. Preferably when she's snoozing, so she wouldn't have to watch the hoomin humiliate himself again.
All kidding aside, the workshop was a lifesaver. It was like going to the ICU for the soul. You know, that little thing that screams at the tarpits, drowning in tar but refusing to die.
The last time my hoomin attended a life drawing session was twenty-five years ago - what a different world that used to be.
Good night and good luck!