Good evening, Everybun!
We are still waiting for the promised rain this afternoon. The backyard looks like a dried-up savanna. The great furnace in the sky is going supernova on us, and we could use some groovy clouds, even a little bit of rain would help.
Last night we made good on our plans to over-art, over-bunn, and we did. My hoomin pulled up a training video on a tablet, fired up the palette knives, and made us a treat dish that smelled like an orchard in the middle of the woods. It was a total bunstravaganza (or is it bunstravabunza?) for the noses and taste buds.
We loafed, and nomed, and dug in the hay mountains until we got all worn out, and had to call it a night.
The funny thing, funny to us, is that the night didn't start all that great. My hoomin was convinced there was something grave commencing - because Charlie loafed in the living room bundo, on the 2nd story, instead of the art room, well past five in the afternoon. He called bauntie Susan. Visualized running to Blue Pearl, and all sorts of stuff, and hyperventilated like mad. Then he realized, "What would he tell the doctor on staff?"
"Oh, no, she eats; yes - she's peeing and pooping. Yes, yes, she took a sprig of cilantro. Yes, she's loafing stretched out - tucks out and all."
Ahh, when the marbles melt into one giant lump of pumice.
And today we're just having a boring day. And no, officially, there is no bunn in that picture:-) It's purely a "mess about" kind of piece to be messed about with between cookie servings.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
