Our hearts are so broken here at the Hotel Thompson this morning. We woke up to hear about the passing of our beloved brother Easy. Please friends, join us in lighting a candle and sending massive hogs and snout kisses to Easy’s parents during this time. Our hearts go out to them ❤
Oh friends. This might be a scary one for you to digest. Can you imagine a man with two faces? Not only is this scary but sad. Read below if you dare! 
This isn’t good. This is not good at all. I need help my friends- LOTS of help. I need to make mommy better. She is having what she calls a ‘magenta’ kind of day. You don’t know what that is, do you? Mom is a huge fan of the Golden Girls and that’s where it comes from. This is what it means:
“Magenta…that’s what I call it when I get that way. All kinds of feelings tumbling all over themselves. Well you know, you’re not quite blue, because you’re not really sad. And although you’re a little bit jealous you wouldn’t say you’re green with envy. And every now and then you realize you’re kind of scared but you’d hardly call yourself yellow…I hate that feeling. Just hate it. And I hate the color magenta. That’s why I named it that. Magenta. No way to really explain it but, fortunately between friends you don’t have to.” ~Blanche Devereaux
You get it now? Plus she had to go to the worky place today. Magenta, Monday and work equals not a good combination. Not one particular thing can be the reason for Magenta. It’s lots of little things snowballed into one giant I need to shout it out like the kid from Home Alone.
Perhaps that would work for mommy? But then again, she’s at work and I really wouldn’t advise that in her industry. So, what do we do to get mommy out of the Magenta mood and into say a blue colorful happy color? Suggestions my friends? Anything you can help me with?
Piglove 