Out of Office

I was out of the office for awhile. The new girl introduced me to a new section of the building where you all work - at least that is what you call it. <wink, wink> I really thought I may be on an adventure vacation. I was quite pleased with the prospect of letting my hair down, but I learned quite quickly that this was no walk in the park. I soon found myself hanging from the back of your picture boxes starring off into a wall of grey. Thank goodness I have been found. I did not wish to fall and bruise any of my stunning orange skin. My new hiding spot reminds of the beach. I must try out a swimsuit sometime. I do declare that my self-tanner bod could turn heads. I am looking out onto a tan surface, reminds me of sand. And, from time to time things heat up here and I need some lotion so my cheeks don't burn. I am much more attractive orange than brown. Am I right, ladies? While at the beach I would like to be sipping little beverages with umbrellas in them but instead I am learning a valuable lesson - seems some grown-ups do not wish to grow up. You humans, with your two eyes, are quite peculiar indeed. Here's to being found before my tan lines start showing.

Hello Long Lost Friends

Well, I can already tell you that I am not fond of this new gal. I have been hanging on for dear life in this air vent for a couple months now. I mean, she seems nice, but I have seen her look up at me several times and it’s almost like I can hear her saying, “oh, I will get up there and get him later.” And to make matters worse, it’s pumpkin season! She even had the nerve to bring in a pumpkin spiced coffee the other day and drink it right below me. I’m hoping over time we can become better friends, but right now, I would rather be far away from her.

I must admit though, this new change of living isn’t entirely much better. It is kind of lonely. I only hear and see people occasionally and there is this constant annoying noise that I have to listen to daily. I really hope I am not in this place as long as I was up above “that” one gal's office. Somebody, ANYBODY, find me!

I SPY

I spy an owl button sitting so quiet.
A Keurig, a clock and a little friend Wyatt.

Can you find all of the items listed in this poem?

Down and Dirty

After spending a wonderful, “fancy” time with the Elwoods in Europe, I returned to WGM and got stuck cleaning, vacuuming, rearranging offices, and taking out the garbage. My beautiful orange skin was brown from all the dirt, and my unibrow and stache needed a dusting. Rachel, will you take me back to Hungary?

Although last week in the office was a complete “disaster,” I spent the weekend relaxing in the cool breeze of Tracy’s air conditioning vent...true bliss! My glowing color has returned, and my facial hair is glistening black again.

I’ve decided to take another trip to try and escape another cleaning day in Global Link. I love you all, but really!?! Catch me if you can, but until then, I’ll be counting to see how long it takes you. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5….

A European Wyatt

Yes, I like to think I am far fancier following my fabulous travels in Europe. 

My travel companions were the best ever. That's one fancy baby. 

I was a bit nervous about the local cuisine, so I first stuck with something familiar. But I felt fancy, and that's all that matters. 

But then I branched out and enjoyed a classic Hungarian meal at a super-fancy place that made me want to make sure I greased my 'stache. 

Thinking of buying that fancy place back there. That's normal, right? I hear it's some kind of royal palace or something equally fancy. Also, don't do whatever this sign is telling you to do. That is most definitely not fancy.

So after my fancy European excursion, I came down with a nasty case of  stuffed-pumpkin-head and stuck my head in a drawer and didn't come out until the darn thing was taken care of. But now I am bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and ready for action! I hear that the Tall One With The Face is moving on to a different pasture. Maybe I'll give him a visit before he gets too far away.

A fancy visit. 

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.