Fast Food Spits, Metal Hits

La-Di-Day is coming up on Saturday, and Whitney told me that she wishes that the event lasted longer than a day. She said they should let her sing at least until dawn. 😛

Whitney: They should at least let me sing until dawn, snappy!
I guess she wants to howl at the moon all night long. 🌕

Yesterday, Drift asked me if I have someone hold my feet down when I do sit-ups. He wished he had someone to hold his feet down…or his head?!

Drift: Man, I wish I could get someone to hold my feet! Or my head, rrrrrribbit!

How could you possibly do a sit-up if someone was holding your head down?? 🤔 What a weird frog. 😛

Tank and Curt were having a discussion about La-Di-Day and the town tune. Curt was sick of people singing cute songs.

Curt: People are always singing the cutest songs. It makes me sick!

Tank suggested having heavy metal as the town tune, and Curt agreed. 🤘

Tank, to Curt: Dude. I KNOW! You know what this town needs, bro? METAL!

Of course, the notes of a song alone don’t determine the genre of music, but they’re not going to listen to that. I let them have their metal moment. 😆

Moments later, I shot down Gulliver’s UFO!

Gulliver lies next to his crash-landed UFO in the snow.

I helped Gulliver out by gathering the five missing parts of his ship. In return, he gave me a mermaid statue (for the third time).

Today, Caroline was telling me that sometimes she likes to be treated meanly.

Caroline: Sometimes, I want to be treated mean.

She said she’s a bad person, and she even spits in her customers’ fast food when they’re not looking! 😮

Caroline: I'm the sort of person who fakes smiles for customers at fast-food restaurants...
Caroline: ...and then spits in their food when they're not looking.
Remind me not to eat at Caroline’s restaurant.

That’s really eye-opening…which is quite a feat, considering how huge Caroline’s eyes are. 👀

Truffles has been sick with a cold this week, so I gave her some medicine Wednesday, yesterday, and again today.

Truffles: I, like, feel all barfy... I hope I didn't catch a cold, snoutie...

I don’t want to see your barf on the floor (or anywhere else). So get well soon!