Monday Morning Scandal

Waffles: "Psst!" Are the coats clear?"
(uhm, you mean coast?)

Waffles: I wouldn't want Faraday to, you know, like, be upset or anything. But I got to meet his Glogirly. But she doesn't, like, glow or anything.

So I wasn't sure what to call her. Besides, she was rooming with Glogirly and me, so she can't be a Glogirly, too. Can she?

(you actually made our heads hurt with that one, but we're with you. Kind of.)

Waffles: Anyways we stayed at a really nice hotel. People kept saying it was very chic-ken, but I never saw any.  (uhm, we think you mean chic.) 
Uh, that's what I said. Chic-ken.

And I heard someone say it was Ritz-y, but I swear there weren't ANY cracker crumbs anywhere, either. The room was really clean. Really.

I hung out with the non-Glo-girly and we kept Faraday and Maxwell's blog up to date while she was away. I supervised. I kept telling her to add photos of chickens, because everyone loves chicken. Except I figure maybe her, because she never did.

Waffles: Don't tell Faraday, okay? But I even hung out undercover with his non-Glo-girly. Just for a little while. There weren't any chickens under there either. *sigh*

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We had heard the Waff got to hang out with our mom while they were at BarkWorld/MeowWorld in early November. (At least that's what our noses told us when her luggage came home with his scent all over it!)

 Now here's the PROOF.

We may forgive her before next spring. But we figure the process will involve copious amounts of bonito flakes and a really good haul for Chanukah. 

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