Don’t fear about me…sigh…
Donc, Tuesday’s baby is supposedly stuffed with grace, however haha, not round right here, not immediately anyway. Tooday I’m stuffed with TOOS.
Too scorching, an excessive amount of lacking of THEM, too sleepy on this bizarre climate (I feel it’s “too pooped to pop”, no matter that’s), simply too darned far-off from mama and papa.
However as I increase my paw to forehead…I’ll survive, like that turkey within the video that all the time comes out at Thanksgiving. We’ll publish it if you happen to’ve by no means seen it. Hilarious.
However I digress.
Let’s simply say that I might somewhat be stuffed with grace than too-this-and-that on Tuesday.
Hmm…perhaps we must always change that saying to Tuesday’s baby is stuffed with kibble. That’s higher, n’est-ce pas?
(I actually want that whoever took these footage may focus higher…)
