Your Pets Are Still Alive!

As we all know, I tend to be bad luck for your farm (which, I believe, is why you won't let me anywhere near the chickens this time). But so far, your pets are alive, and Laire hasn't gained any weight!

And look how nicely she poses when I tell her to sit.

I think Winnie posed so well because he's still trying to figure out who I am and where he is.

Your deer is still alive. Um. Dead. Uh...hanging on the wall.

I was sitting on the couch, and something kept attacking my feet, so I quick-as-a-flash took a picture of whomever it was.

BAM! CAUGHT ON TAPE!

Beatrix. What a surprise.

Mikey was quite chatty this morning. He was also very demanding. I tried to tell him that he does not want to be outside in the 50 degree weather, but he just didn't believe me.

So I threw him outside. 

(Just kidding. He's warm and safe inside. Well. As safe as he can be with Beadle in there with him.)

Laire getting snuggly on the chair. Where did the rest of her body go? It looks like her head was fused to a tadpole body.

Awe. They miss you. Come home soon!

(Hahaha. I'm still laughing about Laire's head being fused with a tadpole. Seriously. Just think about it . . . )