Wordy Wedesday

I got some questions about the package that came in the mail this past weekend. My mom and dad ordered a copper fire pit. My momma and I...well being us, we think everything that comes to the door in a box must belong to us. That's just the way it is. There have been lots of times that we get cards, toys, treats from our furriends, or mom orders them for us herself. So when it turned out that the package was not for us...well, we were shocked. I think I can use this to guilt my mom into ordering more toys online or making a special trip to the specialty toy store...maybe even get some Yeowww toys which are our favorites!!!

Here I am sitting in dad's inbox...this is highly recommended if you don't want to miss any incoming mail or packages.

Another question I got is about the "Wells Fargo Wagon". Around here, we don't really get the Wells Fargo Wagon. It's either the US Mail truck, or my personal favorite, the UPS truck. The boys in brown usually have better stuff...just in my experience. Apparently long ago it was the Wells Fargo Wagon that delivered the good stuff. So for us, UPS = Wells Fargo Wagon. I did a search and found this little clip. This is the song my mom sings to us when she sees that brown truck on the street and she's hoping it stops at our house. Silly humans, but they are entertaining. So turn up the sound and sing along with me: "Yes it could be....something special...just for me"!!!!