Are THOSE people down there? Trying to get me to have my breakfast (which for some reason they call ‘dinner’ no matter when it is–as in “LOULOU, come get your DINNER” and it’s really petit dejeuner! Duh). Because if THEY are down there, I am NOT going to go down and make them think I am all happy-go-lucky and thrilled...
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Well, I might have mentioned or maybe I didn’t that while I was lolling on the gravel in the sun with my nip leaves, mama was attacked, well, sort of, by her rose bush (she was looking underneath it for grass for me), and it was a teensy, teensy prick and not even very deep and the thorn stayed on the rose (thank heaven) but this is what happened to...
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