I overhead a conversation between Fang and Friga today. Fang was saying that he uses beet salad oil on his face. Like I said last time, I have some weird animals in this town. I should probably stop listening in on their conversations.
Alfonso was finally over his cold, and he thanked me for the medicine I took him…by giving me a garbage can. These mixed messages make me feel like trash.
Friga told me that Wendell was in town today, even though I didn’t run into him. She said he’s more interested in eating than showing off his designs. I can understand that.
When I visited Static, he told me that Broccolo recently trampled the flowers in his garden. To which I responded, “What garden?” At any rate, Static is holding a grudge against the mouse. He’s also poking his tail through his house.
Outside, Twiggy was apparently birdwatching. Until I distracted her.
I took a trip to the city, but not much was going on there. That wrapped up my night, but I’ll be back with another entry on Sunday night. It’s the fifth and final fireworks festival of the year, and I’ll be sure to stop by.