I'm a little nervous meeting new people. I've met lots of people in my years
(how many years is that? Tsk. A lady never tells. What? It's on my page? Oh, the
shame!) and not all of them have been nice. Which isn't to say that I've been
mistreated, but that not everyone who meets me loves me. I wish they would.
Luckily for me that seems to have changed. I met the boss ma'am's parents last weekend. They said I could call them Grandma and Grandpa. They loved me! They brought me presents!
About the presents. That's a new ritual for me. I have to say, I love it! I'm getting conflicting reports about what to do with gifts, though. Lyle says, "Destroy them!" and Spring says, "Savor them!" What I really want to do is collect them all. I think I'm going to go with Lyle's advice, though. There's not much quite so satisfying as pulling the stuffing out of a duck. Or a gorilla.
Or a pink pig. Sorry Spring. Sorry Lyle. Did you want those back? No can do. I've got years of catching up to do!