Yes well now you mention it I think Puffy has a point. I wouldn’t worry about it if I was you but also I’m me and bad at that so you do as you see fit haha.
Well we are doing just dandy thank you for asking. Spring in my little Snowchester, still not as warm as our old Winters. I might boil alive if I was back in L’Manburg after spending this time all frosty. But adapting and surviving and what-not! it is what we do. We can measure the windspeed without the anemometer freezing and snapping now. 32 knots this morning. Woosh and all that.
Now that the life has returned to the ground Michael is collecting bug’s. Very good at it. He puts them near Ranboo while he’s not looking and Ranboo jumps and makes the hissing noise. You know the one. Hhsashhhashahssh.
Actually while I am thinking about it you should not have asked about Ranboo. Because you will be angry when I say all this, but I will tell you still because I am polite like that. And I think about him rather a lot.
He has been going all droopy lately, with his ears, and eyes. I think it might be the Winter doing it to him so we will see shortly what it is all about. It is nice because he makes little noises all the time and Michael likes it when he goes rumblerumblerumble and I don’t mind it either (he is nice to sit with. Warm and like a stormcloud.) but I worry about his brain. Who knows what he is feeling in there. Not me. Because when I try to ask I see his droopy eyes and I pat him, and pat him, and he goes rumblerumblerumble and then I think oh you gentle thing. And then I don’t have the heart to say it because I like patting him (don’t tell him. I have jobs to do and if he finds out I will be too far gone to complete them and he is doing all of his jobs just fine, except, droopy, and if he can then why can’t I. That’s my question)
And sometimes he does all of his jobs and makes Michael do his nice Michael laugh and he goes to that spot in the west wing where the sun comes in and the dust is like fairies. And I say Ranboo! Oh Ranboo! I lost you! And I find him all curled on the floor in the sun and I say Ranboo. Oh Ranboo. I found you. And then I wonder if he is sad and I see his droopy eyes and so forth.
Anywho I am sorry because we are meant to be talking about you (Tommy) and not Ranboo (Ranboo). Well you are welcome over anytime Tommy and you know this damn well. But I do like these letters. I am playing a game: how much can I write before my head explodes. Probably not a whole heap (track record) but I’m having fun and it’s the inside that counts or something.
I’ve been thinking about you alot. Sometimes I wish you were here to be droopy too so I could look at you and Ranboo and say. My goodness. You are all so droopy. Then I’ll know it was the Winter that did it! Well listen here Tommy. I will make you some good soups, when you feel droopy, and I’ll make you drink them from a mug. And you’ll say Blasphemy Tubbo! I can’t believe it! And I’ll say shut up you are droopy stop talking. And I will smile and you will smile and we’ll commit private property damage or treason.
Here are some more words for you. 1. We should all start saying bah humbug because it would be funny. 2. I miss you alot. But you know my words have not been so good lately and I know yours haven’t either. So I’m writing more letters and you’ll like them I think because they have all my love. Yes I think about my droopy husband and creepycrawly son-boy but you are always there too so smile a little bit and write me a letter back.
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