Oh, OH! um, no: of course the sun didn't come out but one day, a long time ago, in a universe far, far away it DID! and we have photographic evidence, see, because when i emerged from my special sleeping bag to sun my widdle toes (press pic for close-up of widdle toe-tappin')somebody with a lot of nerve and verve snapped this!
Oh, did that sunbath feel good...we wonder now (because it is already May, 'allo!) if it was real but we doesn't have Photoshop so, looks like it real: Sunbathing Tribal Elder-Chief of PigZ caught during rare moment of CHILLAXATION by some paparazzi! Where was Brangelina that we gotz paparazzi instead of pizza? Seriously, something not right, not right...
Happy Mother's Day from the NotEvah, NEVAH GonnaBe, Not Now, Not Tomorrow, Not-evah-sun-
shine state of mind. COME ON, SUN!
love,
your boy lollipop
P. S. not that we watched Pacquiao's fight last night because
we eschew violence, of course, but Calvin has requested we change
his Title from "Calvin the small" to "The Calvinator!"
who loves ya, Baby?
BESIDES "the Calvinator?"
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