Miss Alexander Patchilton is fighting a revolution to free her people from the tyrant of the fat guy controlling the desks.
Earlier this morning…
Early this afternoon….
She’s gonna rise up, and she is most definitely not throwing away her shot.
Alexander Patchilton is snoring like a chain saw.
Patches (who may or may not have been renamed Alexander Patchilton) declares the work day is at an end.
She’s absolutely wrong, of course, but she stands by her statement.
You can practically hear her thinking, “what-what-what???”
Jen felt the need to watch Alien on our giant new 10,000 inch (approximately) TV. Bellana, Patches, and I have joined her.
Patches’ favorite character is Jones. No contest.
In space, no one can hear you meow.
I’m so tired I can’t think in coherent sentences.
We are watching a Nat Geo documentary on Ancient Greece. Patches doesn’t care at all.
Patches wanted to wish all the dads out there a happy Father’s Day, but she doesn’t speak English and she doesn’t have opposable thumbs so I’ll just do it for her.
Happy Father’s Day!
Patches is bummed out over the ice cream fail.
