Friday got an email that school starts in less than a month, and is blaming this on some kind of TARDIS malfunction.
Friday parle francais un peu.
Friday is back! In Pog form!
It’s over, week. Friday has the high ground.
Friday has a baby cherry tree!
A month or so back, my son decided we should plant a tree. We discussed what kind, and he wanted a fruit tree. We narrowed it down to apple or cherry. When we got the tree, it was basically a sad-looking stick with a few roots. But we planted it, and I’ve been watering the thing every day.
It’ll probably be a few years before we get cherries, but our stick has leaves!
Friday needs about four extra hours/day. Three of which will be used for sleeping.
