Day Six Hundred and Thirty Four

Miss Pancake 

When we were all awake there was not any rain outside.

But last night it was all the time rain. Ha.

So when Zita and I went for our good morning walk there were puddles everywhere.

And some were giant puddles. 

Giant puddles are the very best puddles.

Because when you step in little puddles you just get your feet wet.

But in giant puddles you can run and make very big splashes. Ha.

That is why I like the big puddles the most.

When we got home it was time to go to work again.

So I had a very nice relax with Zita in our own office. 

I did not even hear my friend Craig get up.

Maybe I was asleep. Maybe. 

When Craig had his good morning coffee Zita went to her other not as nice office. To find important things.

When it was my lunchtime I did not even have to remind Craig one time. 

And when I was finished he had his another coffee and a very delicious peanut butter and honey sandwich. 

And then Zita came home because before she got to her office the too much rain caught her.

So she got a bit very soggy and had to change. My goodness.

Then the fast car took her downtown to that other office. 

Because of all the rain our garden has so many beautiful flowers. 

So Zita put some in our kitchen. 

To make it smell as beautiful as could be. 

And she put them in the pots Niamh brought her from that so far away Italy. 

And also a very very little pointy cactus. 

But it is not so real. Because a man made it out of glass. In the place with only canals instead of streets.

All by himself. My goodness me.

After Craig’s next another coffee it was a bouncing off the ground rain afternoon. 

Craig and I watched it together. The weather is very silly. 

And there even thunder, but it was not so loud. 

Today is Mister Tom’s birthday. He is old like Craig. 

But he has a very fast motorcycle. My goodness me.

After my second lunch there was a nice pice of bread left over.

So Craig made toast with peanut butter.

Because you cannot make a sandwich with only one piece of toast. 

When Zita got home there was lots of sunshine again. My goodness.

After our dinner Zita talked to Miss Jennifer in my side yard. 

It is her side yard to but there is a fence there. 

Then it was time to watch the professor lady who is a detective in Dublin. My goodness. 

Maybe we will see some of our relatives. Maybe.