Yesterday, Tipper the cow was camping at the campsite. She may be nice, but I didn’t have the stomach to tell her I didn’t want her moving in.
When I visited Agent S, she told me she had something that would go perfect with my outfit:
No offense, Agent S, but that’s a load of crap.
Static heard that people were calling me funky, so he wanted to call me funky too.
Gulliver was in town, so I dug up his communicator parts for him. In return, he sent me a gift in the mail today: a tam-o’-shanter.
Beth sent me a crescent-moon chair to add to my moon-viewing area. It balances out the (regular) moon, and I like how this area is looking now! Thanks, Beth.
See you all next time.