I was moderately neglected this weekend because my auntie and Quick Cook Rice BFF came to visit! So basically I was happy to see her but really didn’t get as much attention as I normally require.
The adults had a fire and a giant feast and drank something from a round thing I like to chase. My daddy calls it beer. I call it a toy. He said they aren’t that different, that beer is a toy for adults. I believe him because the more they play with beer, they happier they get. And that’s pretty much how feel about my toys and even trinkets I find in the trash.