Please spare a moment to visit my friends at the Op Pack. Their Momster fell down and broke her arm most horribly. Ouch!
Some of you might be saying to yourselves, "Hey, Mango, I am not seeing much of your witticisms in my commenting area lately, what gives?"
I will tell you what gives.
Momma and Master bought another foster house. Yup, here we go again. And for reasons which are unclear, even though near as I can tell all Momma does is wander over there to take the odd photo, having Master all working on the foster house causes her to suffer from the busy brain something fierce and she is all like, "Oh, Mango, I just want to watch a movie tonight."
What I think we need around here is an iPad thingie so that she can read blogs from her comfy chair.
But I digress...
Here is a photo of our new foster house. If you want to see more you can visit the blog here.
Pea and I have been playing tennis ball IN THE DARK! Not conducive to action movies, but most satisfying. I have even been doing my athletics in the dark (and given that momma has not done poop patrol all week this is an exercise in careful foot placement, let me tell you).
So since there are no new photos or movies, I want to take this opportunity to tell you about a way cool awesome contest that not one, but TWO of my friends are running.
Seems that this book came out recently...
Can you guess what it is about? Yup. Apparently the humans are willing to pay dollars to look at all those photos you wish they had deleted from the digitals.
And if you enter the contest you could win your very own copy of the book. Yuh.
Now, I, Mango, thought that I would be unable to enter as there are certainly NO awkward or unflattering photos of myself, but I was WRONG!
Because just look at this abomination that momma dug up.
And it gets worse!
WTF? What happened to my lips?
So if you want to play along, you can do it by visiting Miss Coco Bean here.
Or Miss Bunny here.
Or be like the Mango and enter twice.
Have at it! I hear we are going to have the beautiful weathers this weekend. I sure hope so. Here's wishing for total funballs all weekend long.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. It appears that unbeknownst to my large and not into taking chances self, momma recklessly placed a bet on the recent Patriots football game which they totally lost and now Pea and I are supposed squire none other than THE BEAST on a "date." Oh the horror. At least Agatha and Archie participated in the gambling so they are going to have to go along too. Any thoughts on how best to manage said adventure with the least amount of indignity to my large and handsome self would be most appreciated.