It may snow here tomorrow. Too cold, at any rate, to put the tortoise outside. Here in one corner of our home office, paper is stacked. A sheet of heavy, fairly slick poster paper sort of curves up from the floor to vertical a few inches up the wall. Tortoise is standing on the curve, walking and walking. She must have traveled a mile already, without going anywhere.
So when do we get to see the tortoise??? My sister had one when she was little and one night while we were all watching tv in the den, she started poking her finger in its mouth – just agitating the hell out of it. Needless to say, the little bugger grabbed a hold of her finger and wouldn’t let go for love nor money. We had to pry its poor little jaws loose. Poor tortoise.. ;)
Dangit, we’re supposed to be bunking with your tortoise. Oh, we were supposed to be up until tonight, actually.
I’m sorry we missed meeting Oliver, but glad we weren’t there to intrude on his burial. And I swear we will make it there someday. Possibly even this year.
Well, you wouldn’t have had to actually sleep in the tortoise’s room. We’d’ve put you in a real bed…