G Jones

It would be clearer if I called him Indiana Girum, but, well... we all know how I feel about that state, so I'd rather not.  :)

Um, I think he's growing.

Girumy was on the end of my bed, saying,

 "A hot dog with lettuce and tomato,

Spaghetti and meatballs,

Waffles with butter,

Grilled cheese with a fried egg on top,

Piece of kringle with coffee,

A three-story high blueberry muffin,

A piece of bacon,

Creamy pizza,

A Colectivo falafel,

Cucumber..."

"Anything else?"  "Yeh...

A burrito with parsley, beans, rice, hot sauce and guacamole."

*Why won't blogger let me write with single spacing?