Fast food

Eggs. On the move, on the go, while you watch The Sheep. Two spoons required.

Snuggles, laughs AND he market tested the app I'm writing for him-LOVED popping the stars by touching them. Must set the fast moving ones slower; he started slapping the screen frantically. Incredible leap forward in vocabulary; now going into three syllables, three word sentences and speaks fluent native Hawaiian. Sounds like it anyway.

On the subject of the feeding/protest frenzy that is happening on blip; one can never please all the people all the time. Perhaps the management will tire of the relentless, speculative discussions and complaints, put it back the way it was, and proceed to pay for the growth of the site by taking on advertisers. When they do, I will personally be asking you if you are happy now. Perhaps,  in order to simply get away from the villagers with the pitch forks, they could  sell  it to Facebleugh (the greatest sneaky database builder of our time) as a side-app you can do after you let everyone know what cake you baked that day.

Sorry. It is the way I feel. Hate me if you want.

PS. The people who click through my blips once in a while to catch up haven't said a peep, so apparently, 10 entries are plenty for them.