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Showing posts with label spiders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spiders. Show all posts

Monday, October 22, 2007

Interim Mishon Report

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I waz wolkin parst Grandad-Poppa's study an lookt in an sor that heed left the compewter on! Wa-heyy! So I thort I'd log an interim mishon report...

We all arrivd safely yestaday an it's raynin. This is no grayte serprize, an I pakt my Duffol Coat (bein a Bear wiv wun eer bak an wun eer forward, I am always reddy fer all evenchewalitys).

So far we havent dun much exsept mostly eet cayke. Today we went fer a littol drive to sumwhere ELSE an ate cayke. Insted. It waz rayning there, too.

Enyway...

Grayum fergot to close his eyes as we went throo the X-ray masheen at the airport, an it wipet his memory. I had to explayne to him hoo we all are, where we wer all goin an hooz a Bear an hooz a not-a-bear. Trubbol is, he wontid to praktiss it on evrywun on the playne. We neerly got thrown off half way over the Irish sea. Hope I can mayke a brakethroo wiv him befor we fly bak on Wenzday. Maybe a few short sharp serprize nose-hugs will help. I'll stake him out tonite.

Mummy's ok but weev fownd 2 big spiders so far. Wun was waring jack-boots, the other waz in the kitchen wiv a nife an fork. Sheez a tad nervuss.

Dilly is eggsited cos evrything's greeeen, wich is good, too as she just sort ov merges in an I don't hav to see her.

I'll try to nip in agen sumtime. If not, I'll see yu Wenzday!

Bye fer now!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Must Keep Grayum Warm

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes- I wor my new coat there for the first time
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
  • Day Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Bizzy day, yesterday. We carn't get the heating to work an Grayum keeps wanting to hibernate. We're having to keep an eye on him and keep him warm. So we did lots of running to and fro games yesterday. Here's a picture ov us after a race. We're all a bit puffed out.

Grayum tuk the photo. We're trying to keep him busy.

Meanwhile mummy went out cos she was scared by a spider. It popped out from under the skirting in the hall and said "BOO!" to her and gnashed its teeth. (Onnistly, she duzz exagerate. She said it was the size of a small African country. It was not! A small African village, possibly, but not a whole country.)

Bye fer now!