Dinner time wiff our new tower of peas. Peas are eben better at a higher altitude!
It’s a three day weekend for most people, so sock-up if you need to…otherwise just take a nap or read a book.
You know those days when you go to the airport because you forgot your trabel juice, and eberyfing takes longer then you fink, and you almost miss your plane because TSA doesn’t want to let your friend Paul on the plane just because he’s a dragon? Yep, it’s like dat today. I’m gonna miss my panel!
and Milo got some too…
and Milo got some too…
I am here bisiting the rose garden ob the White House, which I plan to turn into donut bushes when we mobe in. It’s so berry important we hab Internashunal bizness rights in Washington DC, for obvious reasons. Plenty ob bedrooms and desks and stuff in here, no red stapler though, but we can bring our own. I had my first security briefing on Internashunal matters and all dat important stuff, like is Area 51 real, and where do they keep the red button. Milo is going check out security issues and help them beef it up wiff some science stuff.
Wimbley went to the Capitol building wiff our dad, Bill, who he is hoping to turn into a law someday. We hope and pray dat he will, but today, he is still just a Bill.
Fanks Mom for gibbing us the bizness! We’ll be home soon.
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