Not my idea of a spa, people.

Tick. Sliiiiide. Clang.

Seriously, what is this place? I’m thankful Kristi came to my rescue before I became the next chew toy for one of WGM’s precarious toddlers. That nursery smells of fear for someone my size and handsome physique.

Swoosh. Creeeek. Bang.

After that near fiasco, I was ready for a little r & r. Kristi explained that my next spot would be a bit more spa like, or that’s what I pictured when she said sauna. I was thinking I would have plenty of time to work on my manscaping, but it’s dark and my neighbors are rowdy.

Beep. Craaaaank. Bam.

Someone is coming. Stop! Come back. People come and go, but never hang out here long. Please, hurry and find me. I need to be saved from this raucous. I’m not sure how long my stash and brow can remain on point in this temp. I beg you.

HELP!

Where am I?
This is new...
Please someone find me, I'd do the same for you!

I may be young,
but I'm not a child.
So why am I stuck here where the toys have gone wild?

Please rescue me.
Please save my hide.
I can't push open the lid, I've tried and I've tried!

This feels like a scene
out of Toy Story 3.
Come quick or else there will be no more of me!

Wyatt is on the move!!!

To Workplace,

             Today I'm relaxing with mi amigo y mi amiga. The billboards here have obnoxiously big letters, almost too big for my eye to see properly. However my friends say it smells strongly of wood and coffee which is aesthetic enough to keep me here. I hope to see you soon!
                                                                     From, Wyatt




Pat has passed off Wyatt to me, Madison, so good luck!!!! :)