NO french toast, NO chick-hen, NO roast beast. Oh wait, i did get chick-hen. Chick-hen wings. i wanted the hot sauce but the mom said flames would shoot out my butt. that sounds like fun. i would be rocket - cat.
Sammy is feeling better now that the woofie, er, alien, next door moved away. he's a little more 'alaxed.
Since it was only 45 degrees on Sunday, Billy 'acided to stay inside whenever the mom went out. it was cold and rainy. I thought for a minute that i slept a little too long and missed summer.
Nicky is trying to figure out how to make apartments in the new tall box. I don't know how much rent he is going to charge though. Maybe he should make it into a RV.