Just another manic monday . . . .

So, the boys are all the gones.
And ims talkings likes an americans.
Its funnys, for months and months we anticipateds theirs arrivals . . .
then they cames for a short times
and we missed thems.
Never got to make more coffees, although I need to buy some more for moi, and perhaps send some for normantime and the garretts.
Scouts is enjoyings havings the place back to herself . . . i saw her go from corner to corner on the big bed, and I could just see that she was all like - yyeeeehaaaaaaa,theybegones.

anyways.
aribederchies.