Monday, February 23, 2009


Hello Dear Readers,

Happy end of February. Did you watch the Academy Awards last night? Harriet and I did, even though we hadn't seen a single film that was in competition. Why? Because Harriet is always ordering up Noam Chomsky documentaries to whip herself into a dither, and The Dark Knight keeps getting pushed down in our Netflix queue. You wonder why Harriet looks so old-- it's because she never watches any Batman movies.

Anyhow, I had another busy week. The weasels' parents went away and left Harriet and me in charge. Now, normally I don't babysit (emphasis mine), but we worked out a deal so I agreed to look after them for a short time. I came up with a great project for them:

Until the next, I remain,
your resourceful friend,

Monday, February 16, 2009

Going Starfishing

Look here, readers!

Sarah Waldo Jagger thinks I'm cute! And she has posted several of Annie's pictures on her blog.

Plus, if you scroll down two entries you can see photos of the weasels' cousins Ellie and Chase doing a Valentine's Day activity. They are clearly more capable than the weasels whose biggest Valentine's Day effort was to stamp messy "H"s and "C"s on Spiderman cards.

Sarah is a famous clothes designer, and Hector is big fan of her work.

Harriet has her eye on Sarah's Gabby dress in yellow. I am going to get it for her for Mother's Day. You know how badly she needs a new dress.

Until the next,
I remain your cute,

Otherwise Occupied

Well Dear Readers,

It has been a while since I've written you. I have been Otherwise Occupied. This is a new term that Hector has learned and uses liberally. When I ask him why the daily report hasn't been submitted at four in the afternoon, he tells me, "I was Otherwise Occupied." As if this isn't obvious. What occupies him, I'll never know. Looking out the window at a squirrel most likely.

Or texting his girlfriend.

Well, I am writing you now-- so let's look on the bright side. I am getting adequate sleep and I am well fed. I still don't have a cow, but I am growing more concerned about my lack of a garden. I have a small plot of land here in the semi-suburbs, but it receives very little sun and I like tomatoes and eggplants. I continue to search out a better place to live.

You are probably wondering how I've been carrying on with my neighbor George. (Here he is right now, as we speak, doing something suspicious with a battery operated drill.)

Not bad! Thank you for asking. George has a snow blower and has been snow blowing the long sidewalk in front of my house. "Thanks, George," I said to him after he did it the first time.

"Well," he grumbled. "I might as well do it as long as I have snow blower."

Then I said: "It's good to have a snow blower." I can think of very few things to say to this man.

He said: "I don't have a snow blower. This is my son's. He gave it to me." Which, to me, would mean that it's his snow blower.

I could tell that George wanted to start a fight with me so I didn't say anything back. Not that I couldn't kick his ax in a fight. I am small, but I'm tough. As you know.

YFA (your friend always),