Post-Election Discussion
You're probably wondering what kept me away for so long. Well, Locke, Albert, Horatio, Ludendorff, the Sand Crane, Flamboyant Flamingo, and Mountbatten have been hogging the computer. For the past month, every time I want to use it, they grab it from me and insist on reading election news. Pete, the computer nerd, devised a computer program that basically computes a bunch of statistics regarding the various political races. So, the zoo was busy running probabilities and percentages. Sheesh. They're addicts! They had money on the races too! Gamblers! Horatio and Ludendorff have been lugging around money bags. Apparently, they really cashed in.
Well, that's that for politics. THe election is over, and they decided that they need a new project, one appropriate for the upcoming holiday season. They decided that I'm their new project. Apparently, it takes "skill "to write a quality letter to Santa Claus. So, they told me to write a "rough draft" Santa letter. If I compose the letter improperly, supposedly, Santa doesn't bring toys. He brings you clothes and fills your stocking with underwear and socks. Yikes.
I'll have to start on my rough draft soon.
Yesterday, Mom and I went with some friends to an eight-story Korean shopping mall. Mom and I had traditional Korean food for lunch. We didn't ask what was in it -- just ate it. It was delicious -- rice with various vegetables, along with two types of soups (one cold, one hot), and stir-fried tofu strips. I loved the tofu. It was my favorite. Locke keeps telling me not to eat too much tofu. Otherwise, I'll end up a granola-hippy-head, whatever that means. As soon as I got home and told Locke about the yummy tofu, he told me to go into the kitchen, eat some beef, and reclaim my masculinity. Albert just offered me a handful of Cheetohs. Horatio frowned. The Flamboyant Flamingo asked for the recipe. Ludendorff went off on a tangent about how tofu is made. The Sand Crane listened to Ludendorff. Mountbatten told Locke not to be such a jerk and "give the kid a break." I just ran off to find my favorite tractor -- left the fur-brained doofuses to discuss tofu.
Well, that's that for politics. THe election is over, and they decided that they need a new project, one appropriate for the upcoming holiday season. They decided that I'm their new project. Apparently, it takes "skill "to write a quality letter to Santa Claus. So, they told me to write a "rough draft" Santa letter. If I compose the letter improperly, supposedly, Santa doesn't bring toys. He brings you clothes and fills your stocking with underwear and socks. Yikes.
I'll have to start on my rough draft soon.
Yesterday, Mom and I went with some friends to an eight-story Korean shopping mall. Mom and I had traditional Korean food for lunch. We didn't ask what was in it -- just ate it. It was delicious -- rice with various vegetables, along with two types of soups (one cold, one hot), and stir-fried tofu strips. I loved the tofu. It was my favorite. Locke keeps telling me not to eat too much tofu. Otherwise, I'll end up a granola-hippy-head, whatever that means. As soon as I got home and told Locke about the yummy tofu, he told me to go into the kitchen, eat some beef, and reclaim my masculinity. Albert just offered me a handful of Cheetohs. Horatio frowned. The Flamboyant Flamingo asked for the recipe. Ludendorff went off on a tangent about how tofu is made. The Sand Crane listened to Ludendorff. Mountbatten told Locke not to be such a jerk and "give the kid a break." I just ran off to find my favorite tractor -- left the fur-brained doofuses to discuss tofu.
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