Monday, April 19, 2010

Scrabble Cats

Scrabble is a game She likes to play where you make up words. They have to be real words. Her beloved Eddie said it isn't fair to people who can't spell, and She says that's right, but it could help with spelling. I think She likes to believe that you can learn things by having fun. You can learn things by experience, like I told you about before, but that is a hit or miss way to learn, She told me. Anyway, She and Smudge's Mom played Scrabble and drank tea and ate cake, and it was such a nice time that She didn't even mind that Smudge's Mom won the game. They seem to have good times together. We like that.
A lady came over to talk to Them about His mother. His mother is very old, and cannot think very well, so the lady is going to help her and see if they can make her comfy while she keeps getting older and thinking worse. It was a relief to Him to have someone who would check on her every day. What She says is only the good die young.
Poor OperaGirl has to work very hard and then go and practice her singing. I think She wants to win the Lotto so none of Her friends had to worry about money, and OG could just sing. So I will send a yow-out to all our cousins, and go watch TV with Her. ByeBye.

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