And grumpy. Don't forget grumpy. It's that time of the month, gosh darn it, and she's got the sniffles. The congestion wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't going away. But she is! To the Caribbean, go figure, at that time of the month with the sniffles!
And Baby B's lost a red lollypop in Simone's room.
Sigh.
Life could be much worse, of course. But a little self-pity can actually be kinda fun so Simone has decided to indulge. She wishes her readers happy reading and a great week off from Simone and her ramblings.
Just be grateful you're within sneezing range...
Oh, and the lollypop's been found, for those with a yearning for mystery resolutions. Simone said, "If you don't find your lollypop, Baby B, you won't get to play with your number magnets."
So Baby B gamefully went hunting for the missing lollypop. He stopped in front of the mirror and made some noises then climbed back onto the bed where Simone was hiding to do her writing.
"Ung," he said.
"Huh?" replied Simone.
"Pans," said Baby B quite seriously.
"You want to take off your pants?" Simone guessed, since he appeared to be tugging at his grey sweatpants.
"Ung," he repeated. He turned slightly, still tugging and Simone finally saw it: the lollypop stick. Baby B had quite simply sat on his lollypop and it thus went missing.
Mystery solved.
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