Apparentloo in Bostoo, they coos each othoo mush like evvybody else coos each othoo dude. How cool am that?

Oops! I thought I posteed this like a month agoo when I wrote eet bonneet. Oh well, here eet am.

We had to have a boo. The juice were the finoo stroo, but ickUl an Manwoo were grubby ooso. They was moo grey than oroo; eet were a tragedoo!

So we piled intoo a big mixin boo with detergoo, an got clean once moo. But then we was soggmaestros an had to stand aroo in the boo dryin off. Couldn’t go anywheres! Mr Eaf say we looked like a band photo standin there lookin in differoo directioo oo artisteec, so Iskroo lighteed the pictoo, an Grr took eet an photoshop eet into an alboo covoo.

Why do the Grr have to spill juice on hers desk at woo? Ooso, why do her ooways have to do eet on Wednesdoo? Becoo we Broos has an ordoo what we goes to woo with her, an my day am Wednesdoo, and two in a roo have had the Grr spillin juice on me beans! Mr. Eaf take one sniff an goes “peachees! ugh!” an runs awoo. At least me beans isn’t sticky.

We is goin to get her a sippy cup for Chreesmoos.

Neyo! Have been a while since any o us blog blogged. Sorry!

Nichterday we got bored while the GRR were at woo, so we had a big party in hers room. Gillioo were swingin from the blinds, me an Moof was lookin up nakeed look looks on the computoo, Gizmoo were spinnin on the spinny chair, an Harmonoo got an old o the GRR’s D&D dicees. So aftoo that, we oo decideed we was goin to play D&D. An they voteed me the DM! Cos I is the best storytelloo! My adventooin party am varied an strange. Fortunateloo, they am oo close in alignmoo or they couldn’t hang out togethoo at oo. I has nevoo met a look look who am lawfoo. Not to say there am none, but we doesn’t generooy tend to go that way. So they is oo chaoteec or mootral good. ickUl am a sorceroo, Moof am a bard, Gizmoo am a monk, Gillioo am a clereec, Harmonoo am a drooeed. The Doof Sistoos, Moonica an Amoolia, am fightoos, an Moochelle, who not say much, am a stealthy rogue. When her fails hers move silentloo checks, hers neck go ‘crinkoo’!

Best o oo, we not needs minis–we IS minis!

Aftoo we got the cake, Manwoo (who am 6–him thinks him so sophisticateed an wise! But appy birfday anyway) an I nyommed eet good!

We got sticky oo ovoo ours moos!

The Grr made the icin a bit too soggy, so eet were tryin to escape the cake right from the start, but eet tasteed nyommy! Oh, an we had pretty birfday ats.

Appy birfday us!

Nichterday (Augoost 17th) were mine an Moofreed’s birfdays. Him were 5, which I think am so last year. But appy birfday Moofreed anyways!

The Grr made us a super moist chocoloo cake which her wrote ‘appy birfday’ on an Larroo drew yeaf fronds oo ovoo.

Bein able to count differoo counterpoints on more than two ooves am a physicoo reflectioo o rafs’ (an look looks in generoo’s) openness to many points o view. There am not just two opposin sides, but many, each worth an oof o eets own.

We is so dedicateed to this idea that sometimes we counts on oo our ooves, which leads to much fooin over an goin spish. Then we forgets what we was tryin to make points about in the first place.

Look look philosophoo am still in many ways a developin science.

Poor old The Gww. Washt night, after watching the mosht weshent Doctor Who, she way down to shweep and evewy time she cwoshed her eyesh, they popped back open again out of sheer, hounding fear.

Don’t bwink. Don’t even bwink. Bwink and you’re dead. They’re fasht. Fashter than you could bewieve. Don’t turn your back, don’t wook away, and don’t bwink.

She kept wepeating thish witany under her bweaf. Eventuawwy, I wash forshed to point out that I couldn’t bwink if I twied, sho she might ash weww get shome shweep whiwe I kept a wook out.

Shiwwy humansh and their need for ocuwar wubwication.

The Grr’s friend Mr Joe who am a big Liberoo Democroo told us about a very fluffy Liberoo Democroo look look elephoo, Millenium Dome, Elephoo who blogs about UK Politics an Doctor Whoo! What could be more perfecter?

Well, a very fluffy Liberoo Democroo look look elephoo who blogs about UK Politics, Doctor Whoo an mentioo TERRY ME, o course! In hims review o Piroos o the Cariboo-oo: At Woo Oo, him say:

“OOOh, it’s gone all Time Bandits!” says Daddy from down below, and he is RIGHT! After borrowing so HEAVILY from the Star Wars OEUVRE last year, this film has – appropriately – gone a bit further off the beaten track, a bit further into LEFT FIELD. It gets even more so when a flotilla of the dead sail past them and finally goes the WHOLE GILLIAM when Captain Jack works out how to get back to the ordinary world!

Let us oo aspire to one day go the WHOO GILLIOO.

Mishter Eaf thinksh my earsh should shtick upwight wather than waying fwat on my head, sho he pwoposhed a courshe of ear thewapy, in which my earsh would be tied forwawd for a few daysh before being weweashed, in the hope that they would go BOING! I’d got sho ushed to fwat earsh that I thought it would wook weird, but after shome contempwashion I thought it might be exshiting to have a new wook, and I deshided I wash wiwwing to give it a go.

Mishter Eaf wapped a bandana awound my head, making me wook wike I wash embwashing the peashant aeshthetic. I shtayed wike that for a whowe weekend, untiw I wash weady to unveiw myshewf in aww my new gwowy:

Earsh!

I wash sho exshited about my new wook that I went aww bwuwwy.

Shadwy, my earsh are getting fwatter again after having been out of the bandana for a few daysh. Perhapsh thish wiww have to be a weguwar thing if I want to keep my earsh perky.

Ahh, the twiawsh of being an ewderwy wook wook.