Kitteh sez, “Dis tastes like Fry-day!”
Good morning. I hope you slept well.
Strange dreams again. Unngh. But then, that’s part of the process.
Evidently, the items that were purchased in Europe have arrived, so the Father’s Day get-together will have a little something for everyone. I asked for yarn, but I’m sure there’s going to be a frog...
I hope they don’t expect me to stay too long. James and Abbie are bringing their video game and my brain doesn’t work fast enough to compete. It isn’t “fun” for me. So I’m hoping they’ll just consider it old age and take me home when I whine.
Video games don’t amuse me, except for an occasional round of Trivial Pursuit.
My dreams are about trying to get other people to do things, which is stressful, but typical of camp season!