TODAY my new Big Cage arrived and mom went
to pick it up but the UPS place doesn't open till 2,
so she'll go back tomorrow and then we'll all live
together again, I just know we will. See, I can even stay with YumYum for a coupla minutes...until I start squirtin' the stinky all over his cage then his teeth start chattering...then tonight I gotta go Runabout with Bhindi but he chased me too and there was lunging and...
TOMORROW I GET MY NEW CAGE!
Mom says I got weird, wild whiskers growing
all crazy outta one side of my face like she never
seen and nothing growin' outta the other and it makes me super-special so my cage gonna be
adjacent to everybody and all our hay and
pellet bowls and water bottles and pigloos
gonna be adjacent so gonna be like "together"
with nose rubbing, too, just with bars to protect me
from their reaction to "the stinky."
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
(so far, my man-part growin' big enough
for its own hot-dog bun but no weiner-bits?!
What gives?)
^^Press: see car with lights?
It's only mid afternoon.
Every day now about 6 different, flashing
warnings appear on the computer screen
warning us of windstorms (70+mph) hail, snow,
& precip that no name even exists to describe.
Just got another. This one so bad they are
actually closing the road to Mt. Baker in
expectation of flying trees...don't want them
hitting any cars. We now open the blinds
to watch downtown Bellingham fly by.
The other night was a white-out of
something pelting our windows so hard
we had no name for it, only snow remained
in the morning. It's become a hobby at night.
Open the blinds, turn out the lights, let a piggie
wear himself out on Runabout then snuggle
and watch the Windstorm. We are on the
Fourth Floor so hear the percussive sounds of
garbage bins and recycle bins banging open
and shut to an unchoreographed syncopated
rhythm I never learned in drum lessons.
Sometimes, if there is altitude, we dance
and piggies Runabout with wheatgrass and
whEEEEEEEEEks! of delight.
It's just night after night after day after day.
Can't wait until I have the altitude to drive
up to the mountain to see how high the snow
is because every windstorm here brings FEET
of snow THERE and there's even snow on the
hills of the San Juan Islands...wonder how the
orca whales feel about that?
Another windy night for piggies and
dancing like a whirling dervish,
even if only in our dreams.
With wheatgrass.
P.S. Just got notice Mt. Baker Highway closed
due to - three...two...one...98 inches of snow
over-night(s) now trees falling under weight
of snow and wind blowing them across
highway putting cars, trucks, skiers, snowboarders,
into harm's way. 98 inches per night, per windstorm, per snowstorm? GET ME
VERTICAL! THIS I GOTTA SEE!
MT. BAKER ALREADY HOLDS THE
WORLD'S RECORD FOR MOST SNOWFALL
IN A SINGLE SEASON, WINTER 1999-2000
AND I'M THINKING: WOO-HOOOOO!
Lying in bed.
Shorts was Connie's beloved
boxer and his memory lives
on because how can you look
into those eyes and ever forget
him? He is the reason Connie
became one of our closest
friends...
He didn't want to be left out. And St. Paddy's
Day is coming up, too, so move over rabbits, you gotta New Jersey Boxer Shorts gunning
for Best Bunny so just give him the prize and say "Wow, whadda wabbit y'are!"
(Jersey dog, remember?) and ElfPie, we love you and
Shorts and lil'LJ and Molly, too.
~Just quit puttin' IDEAS
into Vinny's head. He never
had IDEAS before he started
talking to ya on the phone,
I swear not a one! NOW LOOK
AT ALL THE TRUBBLE!~
You Two is Crackin' Us UP!
WE LOVE YOU, PIE.
Fairy always has magic.
She just sent us pictures of the best
bunnies we ever saw in FairyLand!
Like Auntie Ingrid sent us pictures of
the best bunnies we ever saw in
Bavaria! We are learning from
our friends that wherever you go,
if you love guinea pigs, they teach
you how to love everything and everyone
and if anything is Magic like Fairy,
That Is IT!
Thank you, Fairy and MeeriBoy,
can you see our smiles?
We love you all!
VinnyGuinea knows he is not
allowed more than 0 shots of espresso.
Still living in his makeshift cage (although his new
GINORMOUS one HAS arrived, but UPS doesn't open until after 2p.m.) That's not the point.
He exscaped into town.
Caffeinated hisself with 3-shot lattes.
Went to Farm Store.
Saw baby lion rabbits.
Invited 'em home to live in his new cage.
NOW WHAT, AUNT ConniElfPie?
SALIVATION:
What Vinny failed to realize is what he mistook
for the farm store was really the toy store
adjacent to mom's favorite cafe called Little Tiger Toys because a portion of their profits go to helping save endangered wild tigers from extinction so they have lots animals for kids
and baby guinea pigs who need speshul friends.
HE CAN KEEP THEM ALL!
HOW-EVAH: now mom is considering
turning on the EPIC FAIL-Yoga Egg Timer whenever VinnyGuinea and good ole Aunt
Connie get on the phone because
ONE. MORE. BLOCK. FURTHER.
IS THE FARM STORE AND
THEY DO HAVE LION-HEAD BUNNIES.
P.S. These are photographs of real animals.
Don't get us started!
AWWW....Aunt ConniElfPie, you shouldn't have...
Awwwww....pretty, pretty bunnies,
oh-so-soft pretty liddle buns,
wanna just mmmmmlove 'em up!
pretty, precious liddle buns...
so sweet, so adorable, so -
WHAT THE FORK?!?!
WHO SENT THIS TO VINNY?
AND WHAT, EXACTLY, IS IT?
O.K. WHO DUNNIT NOW?"
Bhindi: "YumYum."
YumYum: "Did NOT!"
"You did it, Bhindi!"
"Uh-UH, Auntie ConniElfPie
goin' whale watching off Cape May and..."
SHE DUNNIT!
PRETTY, PRETTY BABY BELUGA...Awwww.....
MOM HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.
