Today is Wednesday.

Not finishing idioms, pay your Arkatraxes please, and this worms is great!

Today was Wednesday.

The morning!

Nothing rhymes with recording, watching the announcement person, and Oliver “only” writes “truth” in his haikus.

The evening!

How now?

A form of torture, Bella is very meme-orable, and no one has the floor space for blanket measuring.

Done now.

Hi hi!

Welcome to the final day of your life, stressful TV stuff, the mum of our times, go with your gut, and what would a horse do?

Bye bye!

SNURZ! DAY!

Hozier’s Liberation Yell, basil is the cat of plants, and Oliver bought a really big bag of spinach the other day.

DAY! SNURZZED!

Hello Lorde?

Remembering Joel Turner and Corey Worthington, dog are avatars of hope, and tapping the lead of kintsugi.

Thank you Lorde!

It is a doozy!

Oliver wants a special pen, haikus have personality, and “273 me lord!”

It was a doozy!

We’re… BACK!!!

Oliver will be urn-buried, after sleep headaches are just plain rude, and sometimes footnotes are longer than haikus.

We’re… GONE!!!

G’(Fri)day!

Bella is a good girl… at improv, Oliver got apple smacked, and Kayla ate KFC instead of tuck shop.

Happy time, happy place!

One-three-four: kick on my door!

Where did Harold Holt go? A quick-change poo, and Kayla doesn’t remember what is currently being said… great for a pod.

Goop!