Croc de Chien

Thanks for allowing me and Shino to help out at your stand during the festival, Hinata. I had a great time, and we sold lots, didn't we?

Shino, you had a great time too, right? Eheheh.

Seriously, you make some good cinnamon buns, Hinata. Anyone who didn't stop by missed out.

Too.

Much.

Sugar.

[the following entry is written in a slightly more shaky handwriting than usual]

I think... I think we did it. Akamaru and I. We did it. Mostly. There's always room for improvement, but...

If anyone wants me, I'm going to be in bed until dinner.

I need to start taking over the shopping from my sister. While there's food in our refrigerator, I'm finding it somewhat unappealing and not nearly satisfying enough to be able to put together a good meal from after training. She feeds her dogs better than me at least.

But this is all fine for now, because tonight I am getting BARBECUE! Whoo! I'm psyched. Chouji, you'd better be ready to compete with me, man! And no, I'm not going to say where I'm going. There're some damn crazy stalkers over these journals. I just know it.

Akamaru would like to add, while I'm taking the time to write this, that female ninja should avoid the new jasmine scented perfume out on the market. You know, the one that comes in those little purple bottles with the ugly gold tassel hanging off the lid? Apparently the scent is difficult to get rid of even after bathing a few times. Not good for missions. He can smell it a mile away. Literally.

I've decided. We must all aspire to write entries as insane detailed as Lee's. If we have to write in these things then we should at least make it worth reading for the higher-ups. I mean, they've got to be bored to tears.

So! Here I go. Today ---




Well, damn. I had several pages all written up detailing every aspect of today, but they seem to have been eaten. By my dog.

Such a shame.