Oh HELP! I fear that the trainings class in the windowless bunker is just a ploy for the work place to suck the brains out of momma's head. She told me she is learning the statistical data analysis and came home with words like Poisson and Binomial and Lambda all spinning in her head and making her feel woogy.
She has gone too stupid to even visit my pals with me (thank goodness she is still able to help me read comments from my faithful friends). The only bloggy I got to visit was Murphy Dogg (which seemed to at least give her a brief, lifelike appearance).
Whilst in the windowless vault, she got a TORNADO WARNING email and rushed outside to see the evil dark clouds and BIG RAIN for the second day in the row.
I suggested breaking out the picture box to take some photos of my large and handsome self to clear her tiny brain and, well, see for yourself...
This morning about 4:30 AM, Pee-Wee sounded the alarm and went madly out the back door and momma swears she saw Bambi in the next yard over. I don't see any Bambi.
My packages arrived today to Paw it Forward to my pals, but that will need to wait since I do not trust her with scissors in her weakened mentals condition.
I will endeavor to encourage her to commence sleeping early tonight. They lock her in the vault very early in the morning, so there is not the usual "wake up" time. But then she keeps staying up late reading the Dennis Dada book, "Oh Mango, just one more chapter." Sure, whatever.
Can I come and stay with one of you for a while? And can you look around for a brain transplant donor, cause I think we will need one soon.
Here, at least, is a picture of my face. You can see how dejected I have become.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. I have been promised that normal brain function will be restored by this weekend and I will be able to catch up. I am uncertain.