Jupiter Jones can coo like a dove. He just did it a few minutes ago, while "hunting" a pair of doves he could see on the deck.
Jupiter Jones knows what birds he's never heard are supposed to sound like.
While doing a modified version of the Fruit Feast cleanse (getting over the flu, so no full-on version for me), in a matter of five minutes I went from thinking, "Oh, this is fantastic. I could totally be vegan.", to, "WHEN THE HELL CAN I HAVE SOME CHEESE?".
As I was going through that, I almost mugged Didgeridoo Boy for a Nip Chee cracker. I don't like Nip Chee crackers.
I have improved my eating habits over the past few months by such leaps and bounds that Didgeridoo Boy didn't even notice I was doing a modified version of the Fruit Feast.
Totsi the Dog and Jupiter Jones both beg for spaghetti squash, and will get into what Didge has termed a "beg-off" - - without moving.
(Actually, a lot of this isn't all that odd, is it? I just feel kind of weak and run down today, so I'm struggling for an entry. Let's close here.)
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