Saturday nights at my place are always a blast – me and mama have to come up with ways to amuse ourselves, and you know that means trouble.
There’s singing… (she calls it howling along with passing ambulances, I call it singing damnit).
And of course, EATING… I raided that crockpot for every last drop of turkey soup goodness tonight.
Then busting out funny costumes that I won’t wear and trying to take some completely-unincriminating photos. It’s good to live with someone who knows how to party. Mama is LUCKY to have me around.
Love,
Bogart
That looks like a good time Bogie. Your mama’s fun. Mine’s pretty darn boring. Oh well, we can’t all have great humans.
Wimsey
Bogie, me can not tell you enough how much meloves it when you kids are getting yasselfs into dis kind of trouble! Pliz do it more often.
Luv,
Bel
LOVELOVELOVE!!!
xoxo, Scout and Michaela
You two are just precious! We love you and your adventures soooo much!!