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Espresso, "Ayuh, it tastes even better than it looks!"
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Gus, "You're right - kept the girlfriend all to myself today!"
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Espresso, "Is it time? Time to start taking chunks out of his duff again!?
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Good evening, Everbyun!
It's been another quiet day in our burrow. It all started with cloudy skies and rain. Now it's breezy and clear. I kept to myself most of the day as Charlie didn't fancy coming over. Thump!
The good news is I had a decent day, sneeze-wise. This morning, I got a 1/4 Baby Chewable loratadine hidden in a giant, fat blueberry. I approved of the blueberry.
My hoomin made good on his promise and moved the eisel into my room. And then the grumbling started. I sayz, "No bun made you do it - move it back out if you don't like it, you sorry sod!"
Well, he stuck it out. Again, the painting served as a gateway to where headspace returns to "normal," like a dry dock for the soul.
And it's been exactly a year since he made the first awkward sketches for the painting. Now, we're putting the finishing touches on it. Yes, I said, "We." Oh, you think he coulda done without me!?
The next big hurdle will be trying to take a decent pix of the darn thing. For some reason, it's a lot harder to get the colors right in the photograph of a painting than he thinks.
The night is still young, though, and arting will go on.
Goodnight and good luck!
- Espresso