Daddy was laughing at me as I told him I loved his snout, his ears and his tummy yummy. Then he gave me a big cuddle, blew raspberries on my face and tickled my tummy. I’m layered which makes me react intensely to vibrations like that and I was laughing and squealing. He then turned me around, patted my bum as a signal for me to get on with things today.
I did talk to Mommy before and she gave me lots of cuddles, told me that no matter how near or far, I was but an instant phone call away and my family had me under control and those against me kept on the spiritual dole ( crow ). Ignore the word dole because I used to fiddle social security in Australia because there was no recognition of CFS/ME in my teenage years which is when I became a real life criminal. I had no choice to state that I was looking for work when I wasn’t. My parents knew that I was doing it, Dad was a navy submariner, he was no filthy AFP cop. I couldn’t work but did the doctors believe that ? Not prior to getting disability payments around my mid twenties. I even had to inflate the easy times to the level of the worst. Social security is not designed for fluctuating conditions which is a big hint to Starmer that you are fucked.
On a more pleasant aroma of good food, drink and sexy music. I have always associated Chrissy Constanza with the Catholic Church. I’m not really aware of her religious inclinations only her spirituality. So I am hoping for a return to normal of God’s people and his one and only approved church can regain that seal and be a source of pride for himself and Mommy. Things are looking good so far and the only person in the White House who has any moral authority is J D Lance. Not only human but a man that can tame an eruption upon Mommy’s surface. I did say for the White House staff to continue as normal but don’t think for a minute that a directive from Mr Trump is a command from God to them. They are working in the under currents and surface water, even deeper down where the flow is as cold as ice.
