Gwen Gone

Good news, everyone! On Tuesday, Gwen informed me that she’s moving out of town. 😁

Queenie was walking around outside with a shovel, for an unusual reason: She was eavesdropping on people! She hoped to hear some “good dirt” on neighbors, under the guise of fossil searching.

Later, she asked me for a new catchphrase. I opted for some ostrich onomatopoeia and I told her to say “awwwk!” 😛

Gaston was sick with a cold, so I gave him some medicine. He said it tasted like a toenail milkshake; disgusting! How does he know what a toenail milkshake would taste like anyway? Maybe I don’t want to know. I don’t want to picture him with a milkshake mustache either…oops. 🤢

After giving Gaston more medicine yesterday, he was over his cold by today.

He thanked me for the help, and he gave me a life ring.

I found Gwen’s goodbye letter in the mail. So long, Gwen!