Mr. Mun-Bun, if you keep turning from toy to tot, we are going to continue this charade—a lot.
You may hope to be a freebooter in every evening dream, but digging for treasure in rainy weather is only uncovering my oh-please-not-again scream.
Listen, my fuzzy hearty. When searching summons slaister, then a trip to the washer is on agenda’s X-spot next. And, that this happens daily has me assured I am also quite-and-very hexed.
Weather gods and velveteen laws have led this mom’s serenity amok. Though, a lucid solution has recently cogitated: Kiss instead of squeeze the paws for better blessed luck. ; )