The babies received a text from a dear dog in Montana:
Hey George W and Maggie, have not heard from you in a while, how is your spring going? Getting your crazy mom out on some good hikes? Are you helping her with writing some new chapters in her book about knuckle head guys? We are having a typical spring up here, cool and wet. I am driving my dad crazy by going in and out and tracking mud on the tile and making him mop it all day long. That's ok because he is kind of bored.
Bronte
George was eager to reply:
Dear Bronte,
Mom thought the earth was spinning too fast, knocked off its axis just a tad, and your dad flung like a pebble from a slingshot to the now non-existent planet of Pluto.
Mom always has a story. Her take on knucklehead guys is the unworthy eliminate themselves. Seems to be true. It would appear no one is worthy of mom. Or maybe mom's standards are ridiculously difficult to attain. Personally, this gato thinks the latter to be true. Was it Churchill who said, "To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often." I can't remember. She might want to rethink perfectionism as no one can change THAT often.
Maggie's been walking A LOT with mom. She's such a little bitch, I hope mom walks some of the sass out of her.
Me, I'm a real cool cat, typically aloof, which is a total farce. I'm a snuggler. Don't tell Maggie. Though we do not possess opposable thumbs, we are adept at Facebook, Twitter and our blog—anything that utilizes the keyboard. She will blackmail me via social media because of my tender ways.
Don't be a stranger.
George W
(I miss you George.)
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