Hi all! Tilly here. Just logged on and noticed Mom had not done a post yet. It is now 4:24 p.m. Tilly-Standard-Time and daily subscriptions to the ramblings here in my house go out at 5 p.m. (Yeah, I know, right? That is pretty cool. I think it would be cooler if residuals went into our bank account daily at 5 p.m., but I haven't been able to work that out quite yet.)
So, Mom's napping and Dad's chillaxing. The air just cut on so if I time this just right, the clickety-clack of my claws (I need a pedi-pedi in the worst way!) will be muffled by the sound of the A/C cycle.
We are on holiday again (HOLLA!) and that's pretty sweet. The peeps went for a quick injection of the special sauce (Go Neulasta! Go, go Neulasta!) this a.m. and no more dates with the drip are scheduled for another two weeks. N-i-i-i-i-ce.
That means a lot more silly dancing and singing with my Moms and a lot more laughing and playing with my Dads.
And that, my friends, makes for a very, very, very happy Tilly.
CONFIDENTIAL P.S. TO PAPA: I know you think that I type aLL SiLLy LiKe tHiS, but that's just Mom trying to be cute when she sends you messages from me. Don't tell her I told you — let's just let her keep having her fun. (On a related note, though, I do like to lick your head. I do.)