A hard day at the office had August bushed. We went shopping for toppings, that's right, shopping for toppings for our Top Chef pizza party. He smiled, grunt laughed and waved (indiscriminately, perhaps better characterized as muscle jerks) to all the folks at the market like he was the King of France. So much so that he tuckered his little self out by the time we got home. Ohhhhhh the life of a Fuzzby. I dream about it when he sleeps....
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