Just a quick note.
Mum always puts together some sort of health food concoction for me in my food. She typically does this when I am (as far as mum knows) not looking. She thinks this is for my own good. What she doesn't know is that I am wise to it. Unless there is something special in my food bowl, such as Mum's eggs, I will usually eat some of it, then when no one is watching, step away quickly so that the Giant can sneak in and eat it all up for me! No one is the wiser for it.
Now if I could just figure out a way to pin the crime of hiking my leg on the butcher block legs...
I can't help it. They look so much like tree stumps, that they call out to me like the sirens in
"Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?"
This reminds me of a time I was on assignment in the Soude Ouest Region of France. (That's Southwest for you non-frog folk). This nice young lady kept saying Oui, Oui, Diddy!... And I'd oblige wee-wee I would! Well, the outcome of that story is best told another time.
By the way, the Giant took another selfie:
Mum's calling with Pear Pie!
CORGI!
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