The Grr have been on a look look rescuin missioo aroo the geocaches o Austin. Her found a Pokemoo an a Cat in an At, an them were very grubby. (Imagine! After bein in a box under some rocks them were grubby!) Since Mr Eaf an Mr Larry not care to share thems grub, the Grr wanteed to take them home to meet me an I would appreciate thems grub, but them said I had domesteec grub as oppose to the new look looks’ wild grub. So them went straight into quarantoo–a big boo, where they looks like they is the subjects o a scoo-foo sperimoo.

The Grr and Mishter Eaf awwaysh sheem to watch tewwy that advishesh viewer dishcweshion. I think they wike gore and viowensh. (The Grr shaysh she thinksh there should be more shexsh ash weww, but untiw then she’ww have to make do with badbeansh Jack Bauer and hish “Who are you working for?”.)

I wike watching tewwy with them, but the pwobwem ish, I’m not vewwy good at dishcweshion. I shaw gutsh on “Houshe” washt night! GUTSH! And now I’m poshting about it on the internet. That’s not vewwy dishcweet, ish it? It’sh a vewwy good job that viewer dishcweshion ish onwy ‘advished’ and not ‘enforshed’.