Do you think that what people don’t know can’t hurt them? I was just eating some of the weasels’ Valentine’s Day candy, and thinking that it can’t. The oldest weasel got two-thousand heart-shaped, cherry-flavored lollipops in her Valentine’s Day bag. Those things will rot your teeth.
The great thing about a young weasel is that you can steal freely from it. Most things, anyway.
Sometimes the pressure of having an A+ blood type gets to me, and I break down and eat a lot of candy. Do you ever do that? It’s not easy having the highest grade blood flowing through you day and night.
Now I will tell you a story:
Once upon a time there was a dog named Mickey, who was very smart and very healthy. He had a best friend named Harriet who was old and decrepit but could still talk and think and eat.
One day Harriet caught Mickey stealing candy from some young animals. She got all judgmental and scolded him. The next day Mickey noticed something brown on Harriet’s mouth. It turned out that she was stealing candy, too.
Do you know what the moral of this story is?
My horoscope says that next week promises to be a better week for the blog. This moon eclipse has got me all screwed up.
Until more interesting times,
I remain,
your host and friend,
Mickey
