Let's Table It

This is the massage table that I am not allowed to sit on - which is why I sit on it every chance I get. Sometimes Pumpy and I have to go to the bedroom and stay there when this table gets pulled out and set up.

I have been going upstairs in the middle of the night to stare at the beans while they sleep. This seems to awaken them which I find fascinating.

That is all. For now.

Rats

Two things: One of the boys who lives here took my box. And the dog rolled on a dead rat. I am not amused.

Srsly

There is some serious chit going down over England and it involves a volcano in Iceland. Human beans who have left this island can't make it back and all I can say is that I'm glad I never leave home. Pumpy and I are all about sleeping on the big sofa, eating in the dining room, sitting on the patio when the sun's out, and going back to the big sofa to catch up on our sleep. We'll never get stranded unless we accidentally get locked outside in the garden due to the fact that the lady bean forgets that we're outside and she locks the door. But eventually we make our way back inside to the big sofa which is where it's happening as far as Pumpy and I are concerned.

She's been outflanked by the household Butter Lovers...

And she tries to kiss me even though she doesn't share her butter toast.