Just sheared off all of the people in the
It turns out that there are 18 people who read my journal and are members of the hut. (including the hut itself… I guess I should really call it 17.) I’m quite surprised that there aren’t more.
I have to swing by UPS sometime this week (probably tomorrow), before work. Apparently they need my signature to deliver something, and I wasn’t home three times. Sakes… Don’t most folks work during the week? Hard to sign for a delivery at that point.
You must meet Nancy Reagan at the South Pole and get the power drill.
note to self…bring a long-sleeved shirt to work tomorrow, in case of nighttime chillies.
Newt Likes Broccoli! I was heating some leftovers for brunch, and the little orange piggy walked right over…I didn’t give it a second thought, as Newt likes to curl up, and hang close as a rule. I was talking to him, and gestured in his general direction with a forkful of steamed broccoli. He followed it with his eye, and hooked a mitt around the fork, and began to lick the morsel in question. That’s fair enough., but it came as a surprise, considering that he seems to actually prefer kibble to most human food. Though, he didn’t eat the stem, just the flower head. it had a little soy sauce on it… the salt must’ve been the draw for him…I’ve seen him lick potato chips clean, and leave a limp, saltless tater-tatter behind.
Lionel is a good older brother to Stanley. (I wonder if anyone aside from Kelly will know who I’m talking about.)
Ok… off to get moving on the three S’s. Time for a beard trim. Until later, dear journal!