So here's what happens when you are famous. People get close to you. People want to be around you all the time. What does that mean? Germs. That's right, I said it. germs. Let me tell you about germs. They are a lousy way to spend a few days.
Germs mean your friends can't come and play. Germs mean you get put into a quarantine facility (see above), and are limited to 16 meltdowns a day. Germs mean nasal aspiration, which makes even the most hardened jaded time travelers weep like babies. Germs are no picnic, folks. So don't get any.
If you haven't guessed already, my shipmate and I caught some germs. these were the sneezing and coughing variety of germs. I guess it was to be expected with our popularity. I can say this. WE HATED IT.
We had to stay home a lot and didn't really feel like eating, which (in my opinion) is the best part of the day. we did get a whole lot more attention and baths, which was fine and all, but attention isn't much fun if you can't enjoy it, you know?
It's tough on the inside.
I think Mom and Dad felt pretty down that we got stuck at home as long as we did, so they took us to another prison facility once we felt well enough to travel. This was a curious facility, full of brightly colored mammals, reptiles and birds. Vaughn was quite keen on plumage, but I was rather taken with the amount of small humans running around this facility. I think we may need to visit again someday (although Dad assures us we have actually already been there several times. Must be his advanced age confusing him. I think I'd remember!)
At any rate, seeing all the multi legged inmates did wonders for our constitution, and our appetites. We are back to our usual amazing selves, we are loud and boisterous! Best of all, we are eating again!! So much yogurt, zucchini, and spinach! Life is pretty sweet on the outside!
