Thomas wants a bagel. Don’t we all?
I think he’s broken.
The baby bear made a feet bouquet, while he was napping. Is there anything cuter?
We have our yearly all day in-house conference at work tomorrow. They are allegedly serving pastries and coffee in the morning, but the last time I attended, they said the same thing and there was bupkis.
They won’t tell us what the lunch menu is, but every year they serve the same revolting vinegar-drenched artichoke heart veggie wrap. It’s absolutely inedible, so I’ll be packing Pop Tarts and a PB&J sandwich. Better safe than sorry.
Sometimes Piglet toys with the idea of forgiving Thomas for not being Franny. The mood always passes quickly, though.