What with all of the twittering and tweeting, blogging and etsying, photographing and jewelry desgining, some of us at MAB Studios have just succumbed to exhaustion. Franklin has turned his lunch hour into naptime, and, let me tell you, it is a great deal longer than one hour. However, he's the boss, so who am I to argue? Plus, everything is much more peaceful when he's sleeping instead of ranting about profit margins and mandatory overtime.
And poor Gus is so wiped out that he actually thinks he's a bunny. An upside down bunny. Who has been drinking. Tequila. Constantly for six days straight.
On the other hand, I continue to work diligently. No naps for MAB. If I don't have enough stuff made up when Franklin wakes up, I have to sleep in the yard again. . .