The muscles from Brussels

It's been a while since we've posted. We've either:

A. Been working hard and too exhausted at night to write
B. Been goofing off and not accomplishing anything

Take your pick.

While we've either been:

A. Been working hard and too exhausted at night to write
B. Been goofing off and not accomplishing anything

Madison has kept up her strict regimen of begging for food, whining to be pet and laying about aimlessly. She managed to shoehorn in some time to pose with a dish fixed for her by her in-house chefs: brussel sprouts with a side of floor dirt.

It kind of looks like a vegetarian version of that scene from Pulp Fiction. Or it's cute. Take your pick.