1st Edition, October 5th, 1999
Since Mom, for years, has distorted the
truth in what goes on here in the Green house, and wherever we go, I’ve decided
to create my own “Home Letter.” I think that I’ve sent this to
everyone that has an E–mail address in our family, but if anyone knows whether
Aaron, Amy, Megan or anyone else I missed has an E–mail address, please send it
to me. Now, first, before the real information starts coming, I would like
suggestions for a title for my letter. One anonymous suggestion has already been
made, The Real Story; please send in your suggestions. If I don’t like any of
them, I will have to take on the arduous task of thinking one up myself. I must
warn you, though, this is only stuff I deem worthy of including in my wonderful letter, and
you might see stuff in Mom’s letter, that is not in mine, and vise versa.
Finally, here is the first edition of my Home Letter.
Last night, I was holding one of the
little baby guinea pigs, Sawdust (Steve named her, because it looks like her
rear end is covered with sawdust), and Mom told me to fold a load of laundry, so
I went up, and put her (Sawdust, not Mom) on Mom’s hamper, which is made of wood
(?), and started working. Ben came in and was petting her, but I didn’t want him
to hurt her, so I told him that we would go and get Mom (to see the guinea pig),
but we got distracted, and just before supper, I remembered her, so I went up,
and found the blanket she was hiding under, on the floor, and Sawdust no–where
to be found! After supper Stephen, Amy (a kid who lives next door), and I went
up armed with Blackberry, and Chocolate, her sister. My plan was to start
Chocolate wheeling for Blackberry, then Sawdust would hear, and start wheeling herself.
Needless to say, it worked, and after about 15 minutes, we caught her, and put
them all back in their cage. Thus ended the first escape of the baby guinea
Another thing which you probably haven’t
heard about is that I got new glasses. Apparently, I hadn’t been to the eye doctor in
two years, and I needed a checkup.
Sure enough, the eye doctor said I
needed more powerful glasses, so Mom and I went to a place which sold them, and
a found a pair that we liked, but it was a hard choice between two pairs, and the
deciding factor was that the ones I chose are flexible, so they won’t jab me
if I get hit with a ball or something.
Well, since at the moment I can’t think of
anything else that I deem interesting, that is all.
*Here Endeth the Newsletter*