Sometimes on Saturday, after we’ve walked in the morning fog, done our bowel movement business like a champ and peed on every tree, weed and bush that exists within a two mile radius of our house, we like to commune with our beloved Froggy while our mother and father tool around the house, doing those random weekend tasks that somehow make us feel so much at home.
Yours In Cozy,
Mister Master Comfortable
Despite impressive sunsets, the forecast calls for unsettling dampness under the armpits as temperatures rise into the 1000′s. A westerly wind will make conversing with loved ones nearly impossible, however, the chance of a barely perceptible drop in temperature may create some harmony—as long as you are using deodorant.
Back To You In the Studio,
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Connect to your wonderful.
Sometimes on Saturday, after a break-of-dawn skirmish with a dragonfly that screeches out of nowhere and tries to fly up our nostrils, we like to take it easy for the rest of the afternoon inside where we try to believe our mother as she assures us that nothing that awful will ever happen to us again.