The Bunday Evening Thumps

A good old minute in three acts: "Disapprove, Nome, Nap."

Good evening, Everybun!

The hoomin thought he could get all chummy with us this morning. We've tried to tolerate him; we really did, but come on, bun! The head rubs were good but not that good.

We're doing well otherwise. 

Charlie keeps on tossing the water bowls.

The blobs - there are two - will run into some pretty nasty wind shear and the Saharan dust.

We're making our hoomin clean OUR art room again - he deserves it.
Charlie's second anniversary of her bladder stone removal surgery is coming up.

We are so grateful for every moment we have with her, and for some reason we are on edge at the same time. What sort of cake should we prep for that occasion? What sorta art should we make?

And you're right, of course - we'll sleep on it.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus