Howdy Mates, our cousin Jinx had a special relationship with our lizard sissy Lenny. She wanted to
Now that Lenny has moved to Paul's house, Jinx is finding it hard to accept.
Rory, on the otherhand, says Lenny who??
I've explained, yes the radio does chat to her butt, it isn't Lenny. We're hoping she realises soon, Lenny doesn't live in the radio hehe.
In other breaking news, mum says we smell. Huh, like that's news to anyone. Of course we do. Especially Rory cause he farts a lot. I, of course, being a girlie, don't fart. Our sissy and mum saw this deal on the internuts, selling candles that smell like cinnamon and spice. Sold. A few days later, the Postman delivers six lovely candles.
Now we know we do not smell that bad. We kinda like our smell. We think Mum is hoping if she burns them and the cinnamon and spice smell fills the house, people will think she can actually bake. Ha. We think her brain has gone coo coo. Butt, just to humour the old girl, we'll go along with the her idea. Sure mum, we smell. That's right, burn those candles, cause we smell.
One in the lounge.
Two in the lounge.
One in the passage.
One in the family room.
Well, we hope mum gets her wish and the house doesn't smell like stinky farty dog and smells like freshly baked cinnamon cake. Or, worst case scenario, it smells like both combined. Mmmm yummy, farty cinnamon spice cake. Anyone care for a slice?
Take care mates.
No worries, and love, Stella (non farter) and Rory (fartaholic)