|Gus, "Would you like to see my disapproving mouf?"|
|Charlie, "Of course I steal the show."|
|Espresso, "Nannerinis with a side of existential conundrums."|
|Charlie, "Yeah, I hate to break it to you, hoomin, but I'm still watching ya."|
My hoomin woke up today ready for the weekend. Whaaaaa? Maybe it's the blood thinner talking. It beats suffocating with lungs half full of despondency. It took a month.
In other news, I was the unfortunate recipient of an attempted ground lesson. On my end, it took a plate of crunchy pellets to get through it. In fifty minutes, we barely covered eight pages of notes on aircraft systems. He, he!
My hoomin yammered on and on and went,
"Chomp, chomp, nom, chomp, crunch.
Aha. Chomp, nom, chomp, chomp."
Yeah, it was a very yammeh lesson, but he's still brooding about it.
And what about the rest of the warren? We're doing well. Knock on wood - Spressy's sneezing seems to be under control - for now.
We'll keep you posted!