Mmm, what a weekend. Iva surely knows how to make a bloke happy, though do wish I coulda touched her more often. Ah well, next time, we’ll pamper each other, so we get equal give and take.

In any case, I drag my pile-o-mush self into the Wheezes, to the catcalls o’ Trudes (I’ll get my chance, just you wait, now she’s got a girl), and head to the backroom to check on stocks for ingredients.
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Ya know, quite like that Paddy takes a long lunch to listen to storytime. For a while, the clone and I thought she was way too serious, but this storytime business is the next step to skivin’ off. At WWW, not only do we have sick leave and paid vaca, but we also got five skive days a year. Yeah, I know, sorta defeats the purpose of skivin’ off when ya got permission, but it was better’n “mental health” day. ‘Course we coulda just called ‘em “mental days” and have done with it, but the clone and I liked the sound o’ “Skive Days” better.

So while she’s off at ‘er storytime, I’m doin’ a little officework in the office, Coffee skitterin’ around the desk makin’ rings and whatnot. Little rascal. I finish fillin’ out the parchmentwork for our latest invention to get patented, then slip it into a folder so’s Fredgie can check it over. I know he trusts me to get it all done right, as do I him, but we’re clones. Excuses for interaction, dontcha know.

( In need of skiving )