[12:32 PM] Jake: toasted just the bread this time around [12:36 PM] Cammy: jamke blease [12:36 PM] Cammy: what the fuckest [12:36 PM] Jake: what the FUCK did i DO [12:37 PM] Cammy: :omegalul: nothing all good we're just amused jakeposting sandwichposting [12:37 PM] caby: this is such a toxic environment [12:37 PM] Cammy: hampilled cheesecore [12:37 PM] Jake: !? [12:37 PM] Cammy: !? [12:38 PM] caby: that sandwich is so hampilled cheesecore [12:38 PM] Jake: affirmative [1:12 PM] Savannah: jake's grocery bill includes exclusively ham (2 kg), three loaves of wonder bread, and kraft singles [1:13 PM] Savannah: godspeed the man knows what he wants
Birthday today! A few days prior, when we visited Costco, Caby's parents let me pick out which cake I wanted, and I had to have a big delicious cheesecake. I wound up getting a salted caramel one with biscoff topping, and it was absolutely delicious. The family sung me Happy Birthday in Welsh, her parents got me a card they wrote a big thing (and Caby got me a really nice Hansa aardwolf plushie, but she'd already given it to me because she was impatient, bless her), they did this, uh, curious hip hip hooray thing that I've never heard back in the states, and we all ate. It was great.
It bothers my tism to resort to phone camera shots over the DSi camera shots I've been using this entire time, but it's all I've got! I'd finish the last piece the morning we got onto the coach back to London, because I eat nutritiously.
Afterwards, we hung out downstairs while Caby cleaned the piggo cage, and she had me hold Mooney (the piggo who needed the haircut on day eleven) and had Cramble hold Sherlock. Mooney was lovely and calm, and she even walked off of my lap to do pees and poos as opposed to doing it in my lap! Some piggos do not give you that courtesy; some piggos, in fact, walk onto your lap to do pees and poos if they don't like you.