Oh, Winston. Please tell your Momma that - raising my head as if to yodel - "The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar.." ahh woo.
Give Momma lots of kisses and perhaps she should eat a piece of chocolate to help with her sadness. Is this Momma's last week at work?
Please tell her that we are thinking of her and sweet dreams. Your Friend, Charlie and my Momma (I just love to call her Momma) |