Nevertheless, there's much to report on, even if my dew claws haven't much felt like tapping on keys to update you.
Abe and Elle hosted an All Hallows EveEveEve party. I don't know what that means, but it's what I heard when people were dressed weirdly in my house. I'm not sure who invited Johnny Cash, the Nationwide Insurance dude, and some zombie killer named Shaun. Anyway, Elle made me a costume, and Abe started calling me QR instead of J-roo. Random? Here's what I looked like. I am not amused.
I mean, OK... she's cute, but I'm feeling kinda weird about it. It's like looking at myself. I don't want to be narcissistic or anything. I've got a reputation to uphold. I'd prefer to keep Abe and Elle all to myself, er... I mean to Pearl and myself. Three's a crowd right? Thankfully, Shin and Eve, Bailey's parents, might be adopting Cocoa. If that happens, at least we can be friends. Right?
Well... my dew claws grow weary from disuse. I need to work them out more.