The “Weekend at Bernie’s” Pact
A couple of days ago I was hanging out with my friends Chris and Zach. Some one brought up the topic of being in a coma and how long they would want people to wait before pulling the plug. I told them if I they didn’t think I was going to wake up, I wanted to them wait until no one was is looking. Then, pull the plug and sneak me out. Then dress me up in a hat and sunglasses and make people think I was still alive and had escaped from the hospital. I made them promise to do this. I called it the “Weekend at Bernie’s” pact.

a baby squirrel that had been abandoned by it’s mother in my parents’ front yard. It drinks puppy formula out of bottle right now. My dad has named is Nutty. I’m responsible for bringing in one of the dogs, but that’s all. If they get a couple of pigs, we might have a George Orwell situation on our hands. Here’s a picture of the squirrel.

