Доброе утро, моя маленькая кексы
As Tar and I get closer to being invited to the G7 summit…… we have been learnering to spoke flatulently in the mother tongue. It seems Russia is all the rage right now so we hopped on the good foot and did the bad thing by enveloping ourselves in all things Russianese. You won’t be surprised to hear that I became thourghly flatulent in it within a couple hours but all Tar could muster was to learn how to play “Back in the U.S.S.R” by the Baubles, on his Balalaika.
But I digest, since my last blog was a couple of weeks ago I should probably offer an explanation as to why this one has taken so long. Well, it goes something like this…..
You will no doubt remember the wind storm we had a little while ago? Well, while everyone was hattening down the batches, tieing everything to everything else so that it wouldn’t end up in the next county, Tar and my mom ran away! Can you believe it!! and to North Carolina of all the places! Seems that Tar had scheduled a hiking, swimming, ball chasing sojourn and need mom to drive him there. And she did! But it’s all good in the neigh-borhood……. as mom came and checked in on me before taking my partner in crime on vacay!
So while Tar and mom ran away, I stood at the highest point of all that I survey and faced old man weather butt on. And if nothing else I got a nice perm out of it!!
So while Tar was busy doing this
I was doing this…..