Pumpkin sniffer

I’m a trumpet-face, did you know that? I like to trumpet. Jake just burst out laughing at my latest song. You know that song about meatballs, ya?

Today the Jake and I made stuff. Namely… our dinners for the week. Which is pasties (that he says are delicious, I think they smell rank but I’ve been having a weird nose like that lately. Can’t stand the smell of any of his dinners, or our nachos… but ground turkey cooking has always made me want to vomit) and this delicious bowl of food below. Pasta with chicken meatballs and little mamatoes and mozzarella. Rather good.

All that cooking was megaly exhausting and tiring and hot work. And that was our day. Our daily walk was postponed till 7pm, so our getting clean wasn’t until 8pm, and so dessert wasn’t until 8:30!! That was a long wait. I’m gonna be so very very sad when that slice disappears. Although, we are only about 1/3 through it. It will be gone very soon. Mostly because I didn’t make any promise to Jake that I will only eat it if he is around. I usually make such promises when small amounts of yummies are concerned. And I will never break a promise to him, so I don’t know if I can make that promise this time… maybe.

Speaking of Jake, he’s awesome. I complained about it being hot in here so he got the fan and put it pointing at me. Aw.

That freakin light outside is doing the every-few-minutes-on-off annoying thing. Yarghenburgers.

Oh, you know what I forgot to show you yesterday? There is a well in the ‘backyard’ of the place next door to us. Well, there are wells pretty much on every property we can see from this place, but this one is red and cool. And like… right there. And obviously not functional, as it’s in the middle of a car park.

title: That’s what happens when I don’t pay full attention to Jake. His mumblings get translated in my head rather weird. Still not sure what he actually said either…