Hi G-Fans!
Short and sweet.
The concierge found it more gratifying to attend a musical shindig in New Bedford instead of spending time snuggling with us and time helping me compose the blog.
So the long and the short of it.
The concierge spent a long day away doing her away-from-the-house stuff that she does M-F now. Came home, shoved dry nasty food with warm water to try to make us think it was good (actually, I eat it 99,9% of the time with gusto, I just want to whine and complain). Then she sent us to go potty, brought us in and she flew out of the house on her broomstick.
When she came back she smelled very funny indeed.
Her breath smelled like raw salmon (one of the main ingredients in our food staples) and her clothes smelled like a strange smokey substance and "other people smells" from bumping into her.
She is being tired and cranky, so I will end here so I can gather an appropriate amount of beauty sleep in the royal chambers. I can only nap lightly when mixed in with the commoners during the day.
So, my stalwart fans,
TTFN!
-G
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