I am habbing a dream where I get all the whipped creams I want, and I just kept eating and eating and eating… no one stops me. Fibbs doesn’t hog it. Mom doesn’t take it away, it is neber ending. It would go down and then all ob a sudden it would all come back again! I know scientifically dat is impossible, but wow, dat was berry good dream about cream. It seems so real.
We worked wiff dad in his office ob Internashunal Bizness today, plus worked on our cabinet picks. Mom came home late from work and I fink she felt bad because she brought us a fancy dinner wiff tiny cobs ob corms, but they didn’t taste like corms and if I’m being honest, wasn’t berry good. Luckily we had regualr corms, peas and qween-wa too. I hope you had better luck.
Fibbs is busy sorting fru all the applicashuns for Secret Serbice (still time to apply if you are interested), so I’m helping in the mail room. They hab good donuts here!
Fank you Shana Elizabeth for the lovely donation to APOPO’s HeroRATs in Wimbleys name. He would have loved that! (Here he was studying to be a HeroRat)
Rebekah for the Wimbley tag, Tracey for the ornament, and for the sympathy cards – Shirley, Jessica, David & Jackie, and Alina & Brandon – all so appreciated. And thank you to each and EVERY ONE of you who tool the time to comment, email, or send a PM. Knowing he was so loved helps ease the pain. (sort of) xo MM
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