Visiting

Hey, it's me, Piglet. I figured you might miss me by now. It's been ages since I've taken over--uh, visited the blog.

I hope you've got a nice Friday planned. A little getaway on your to-do list, perhaps? Or maybe you're going to have a party at your house...no, that can't be right. I didn't get an invitation, so you can't be having a shindig at your place, can you? I mean, you wouldn't throw a summer gala without me...would you?

Sheesh. You had me worried for a minute! Silly, isn't it? Of course you wouldn't host an affair without inviting me. What was I thinking?

So, now that we know what you're not doing this weekend, I thought I'd show you a glimpse of what I'll be up to.

I might ask for ice cream. No, I will ask for ice cream. And you know what? I'll get it. Vanilla, my favorite.

After I eat my ice cream, I'll feel sleepy. That happens when you eat cold stuff, doesn't it? The instant sleepiness--it just takes over!

I'll sleep on the deck.

I'll sleep in the grass.

Hmm?

Oh, right. The blog.

Listen, you have a nice weekend, okay?

Now, run along... I think I hear someone calling you.
They probably want to give you some ice cream...
Zzz...zzz...zzz...