Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Chris and I are flying to London tonight to visit his grandparents for a fun-filled week of tea-drinking, Tube-taking, pound-spending hijinx. It will be awesome.
I do, however, always feel badly for Arthur when I go away because it means he has to spend his afternoons alone in dirt-digging, living-room-pacing, biscuit-wishing misery. Okay, not really, but I still feel bad.
So I bought him a chicken.
See you in a week!