Welcome back.
I hope you've been well. I certainly have - what with me learning how to climb (yes, I'm still pursuing this fad) plus my Granny came to visit.
We had a great time - we climbed in trees, went on long walks...AND...she took me to my first (but certainly not last) Bluegrass festival.
What can I say? It was riveting. I had previously been under the impression that music was made inside a tiny electronic device called a radio. What a revelation this was!
Anyhoo... as of late, I figured out that all of the vent covers in the house are removable. I've been using the vents as my special hiding place. It's simple. I put stuff in and then stealthily cover it up.
I have also developed a deep love for carrying flatware around...well, at least when I can get away with it.
I'm so fast! You can't catch me!
In addition to the flatware, I have discovered and am fascinated with forts. While Dad made this one, I have been known to throw a makeshift one together with throw pillows. It's great fun! Georgie thinks so too since she isn't technically allowed to "play" (or really even touch) the pillows.
In other news...I got some new shoes.
OH! I almost forgot. SOOOO... the other day, I decided to amaze Mom with a little trick she didn't know I had up my sleeve.
SURPRISE!!! (although she wasn't as happy as I had originally anticipated.)
And what's this? A stove? Who cares if Mom keeps yelling "hot" in a scary mommy voice and dragging me away? I will not be deterred. I will conquer it like I did the island.
Hmmm...possible negotiation? I won't climb on the stove if I don't have to get my hair cut EVER AGAIN.
Well, fall is starting to set in and we are having to dress accordingly. About 2 minutes after I realized that hat was on my head, I immediately quit swiffering and threw myself onto the ground until it came off. I strongly dislike headgear.
It's time for me to go. Georgia and I wish you well. (picture taken during one of our morning coffee and chat sessions)
