Every morning for the past few weeks, shortly after breakfast but before all-day snoozes, the buns settle in under my work desk and groom each other. With great passion and intensity. For about 20 minutes. Then, they are done. They go back to their breakfast for a few more nibbles, and soon after, take a brief lay-down under the sofa from the exhaustion of it all, before finally settling into my husband's desk chair for the rest of the day.
Where do buns keep their daily planner? Are they on high-end mall Franklin-Covey, or the more pedestrian Office Max Page-A-Day? All I know is this: they are on a tight, tight schedule.