Baby, It's Cold Out There!

Boy, did the weather take a turn for the worst, or what? I haven't been around very long, but it seems to either be cold or colder here in Indiana. I haven't figured out the inside/outside thing either. It always seems to be cold outside, but sometimes it is warm inside, and sometimes it is cold. Go figure.

Anyway, I am staying close to home (whatever that is) for now.

Hope to see you soon,

Wyatt

¡Fiesta!

I don't know why we were at Casa Brava,
but I suppose it's better than Turkish baklava.
The lanky one wanted to eat at this place,
but why did I get dragged along to this space?

So many questions that no one is answering,
but at least lanky one did not start belly dancing.
However, a strange hat he did have on his head.
It looked so silly that I almost fled.

My new resting spot has a pretty nice view.
I wouldn't mind staying here for a moment or two.
Until later, I will be signing off the web.
Find me before the paparazzi, now that I'm a celeb.

Back from Vacation

Well, I'm back from my vacation with Joyce. The hotels were nice, although the second hotel was more like a resort, with cafes and exercise rooms. I didn't use the exercise rooms, although Joyce did. We stayed up late and watched TV (around home it's lights out at 4:30, and the next morning people gather around the coffee maker and say they need more sleep).

I saw my first western! I felt a strange affinity for them and think I want cowboy boots and nerf six-shooters. I'm not sure about the hat—it might mess up my unibrow. Anyway, everybody seemed obsessed with walking at the resort. Joyce even got a "walker", although she still seemed to be doing the walking to me. I think that since I don't have legs or arms, the boots and guns might be good substitutes. But I'll have to ask my Dad.

Anyway, I'm "on the clock" again and on my next undercover assignment. Have a fun day! By-the-way, although she didn't seem to be having as much fun as me, Joyce is a great person to vacation with!

Happy Trails,
Wyatt

Position of Power

Looks like Wyatt is getting a little adventurous and venturing into new locales. Hopefully he won't let the experience of sitting in the president's chair go to his head. The new view inspired him to write the following poem, which will no doubt be upheld as a grand example of the art form for generations to come:

Roses are red
And this chair is blue
Had I any thumbs
I would be emailing you.

But instead I must sit
At this desk made of wood
And contemplate life
Before I find a new 'hood.

Wonder where he'll end up next?