Hi G-Fans!
Well, it is my turn... I want to go to bed and I keep looking adoringly at the concierge to get my point across and Riley and I keep notioning (you know - facing in the direction, nose over the shoulder pointing in the direction....) toward the gateway to the royal chambers and the concierge just keep listening to some dumb voice on the computer. It is dullsville, and yet, she is awake... go figure.
And on top of that, someone is farting and it isn't a lightweight situation. It is STINKY! I would think there would be some sort of spray going on to counteract the stink. But, she keeps on with the computer like some sort of zombie.
I don't like zombies.
The concierge has told me she doesn't like them either.
Perhaps if I acted like a zombie she would snap-to and pay attention in the proper etiquette format I require from her.
I will let you know how that goes.
Right now I am going to see if there can be a second round of cookies before bed - you never know when the memory deficits strike and I can get away with some slick maneuvers!!
ANYWAY....
May you wait patiently when required and maintain a happy demeanor regardless of those around you....
TTFN!
-G
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| Cows in a distant - they have very large horns and I don't think I would want to get very close.... |
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| Speaking of close, if this nose sticks in my butt in the royal chambers one more time he will have something to yelp about! |
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| Ah, the wistfulness of youth as one ponders the burning bush..... |
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