iPod Advice

Hello Savvy Reader,

Do you own an iPod? Are you in contact with weasels or water? If so, please continue reading. Late on the morning of March 20th, an unidentified weasel placed my iPod on the bumper of my roommate's car. This roommate then drove to the car wash where said iPod was showered, soaped, waxed, and rinsed; at which point the roommate discovered my iPod. Too late!

My beloved iPod was ruined. How did I know? It didn't work! It won't charge! It makes clicking sounds when I plug it in!

Could this happen to you? It could!



Do you take baths?
Just minutes after this photo was taken, this bird dropped his iPod into the bathtub! Ruining it forever.

I urge all iPod owners to keep their iPods at a safe distance from weasels and water. Both can prove fatal to even the most hearty iPods.

And with that I leave you,
wishing you a not uneventful,
but safe week.

Your friend
and mentor,
Mickey

Hello!

Hello Dear Readers!

I'm back from vacation and feeling very rested. I'm also tan. Not as tan as Big Mickey, of course, but we have different genetic backgrounds.


His breed is from somewhere near the equator whereas mine is from more northern parts. He needs to get more sun than me in order to get enough Vitamin D. But enough of the science lessons, eh, dear reader?

Do remember Leguana? The hot lizard I met in the Bahamas last year?



Well, I didn't tell you before I left, but we met up in Polynesia on the island of Tonga. How was it? It was wonderful. We picked up just where we had left off in our last long-distance phone conversation, and did so over another rum punch.

I don't think I'll ever be able to drink rum punch again without thinking of my lovely Leguana and our time in Tonga. The islanders are very hospitable, and we were treated like royalty (queen and king, not duke and duchess). Here is the Tongan chief greeting us as we stepped off our boat.


He looks very stern, but he's a lot of fun.

Well, I must get back to work. As you can imagine there is a pile of correspondence on my desk and many messes to straighten out from Hector's time alone in the office. Between you and me, I'm not sure that we will leave him in charge again.

Your friend,
and world-traveler,
Mickey

Bang and Booty

Hello Readers,

It's time to open up the sketchbook. Here we have two entries: one entitled "Bang" and the other, "Booty."






They are fairly self-explanatory; which means that they explain themselves. If they aren't explaining themselves to you, here are some hints:

The Bang one is a picture of George, my neighbor, shooting the neighborhood raccoon. The Booty one is a picture of Amigo, the weasels' preschool rabbit greeting them at the entrance of their school.

Now I am off on an Polynesian vacation, so please don't expect to hear from me until late in the month. All inquiries until that time should be directed to Hector at hector@harrietandmickey.com. I would give you his phone line, but his English is so bad I don't think you'll understand him.

Your friend
and dog
in need of a vacation,
Mickey

In-Between

Hello Readers!

Happy wintry mix. I really like the sound of "wintry mix" and I have named my new pet Mourning Dove that. Here she is.



Yesterday was spring and today is winter. We are in between here at Harriet and Mickey's. Neither here nor there, as they say. Not one thing or the other.

We have, however, turned our clocks back. Harriet is ignoring the time change and slept in this morning. She says Congress can't legislate what time she wakes up. I suggested that she move to New Hampshire where they Live Free or Die and also like to drive snowmobiles, but she didn't say anything back.

Yesterday I made a very small snow man.


The smallest one of the season. I'm trying to wean myself off of snowmen since spring is coming.

As you can see, there is little to report.

Yet I remain,
your steadfast,
loyal,
and friendly,
friend,
Mickey

Babysitting

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,
Mickey

Going Starfishing

Look here, readers!

Sarah Waldo Jagger thinks I'm cute! http://www.goingstarfishing.blogspot.com/ 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,
Mickey

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),
Mickey