And He Is Off Again!

The other night, mom/dad took Bashful out for some Mexican food.  They like to call that his “Going Away” Party.  He gobbled down his two hard shelled beef taco’s and then flirted with all of the staff talking about his adventures.  The places my rock has been!  The restaurant even told hi Bon Voyage to his next trip.  Heck, I wished we had signed Bashful up for Skymiles.  Just think of the miles we could have accumulated over the years.

But at last, mom took him to the ‘airport’ this morning and sent him off on his next adventure.  Where will he land?  What will he do?  What will he eat?  Where will he roll?  And the most important question – Who will he be visiting?

 

And He’s Off Again

We had a wonderful LONG weekend here with the rock clan.  We all got together and had a Bon Voyage party for Bashful.  He is now off again to parts unknown.  Where or where will that little rock of mine roll up to next?

Could it be here?  Could it be there?  In the states or across the pond?  On the other side of the world?  I’m not telling.  Nope.  I’m keeping a secret.  There’s nothing you can do to make me talk.  Nope.  Not at all.  My piggy lips are sealed.  Only two other people know.. well maybe three.  Mommy, the nice Mr. Postman guy and the host family.  And none of them are talking either.  Anyone want to take a guess?

Soon…. we shall know hopefully soon.

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And you should have seen all of the girls here crying over Bashful.  Princess Coralena, Virginia, Rockelle and Koishi.  I’m not sure which one was crying the most!

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UPDATE:  Mom always sends off Bashful at the post office closest to her worky place.  I want you to know that the staff there now truly knows that mom is certifiable and should be wearing a white jacket that buttons in the back.  They have been inquiring about the boxes that she sends off.  She told them today what was actually in the boxes.  You should have seen the looks on their faces – PRICELESS.  I mean truly PRICELESS.  The response of, “You have a what that you do what with?” and “Girl, you need a hobby.”

These were said in fun and mom just laughed it all off smiling.  Then she threw in the icing on the cake.  She told them that the rock wasn’t actually hers, it was mine… a pig.  Oh dear piggy heavens.  Daddy laughed and said he was surprised that they didn’t pick up the phone right there and then.

But it’s not weird.  My pet rock travels.  He’s good at it and has a lot of great and giving friends that like to host him and show him a good time.  Shakes piggy head.  I don’t see anything wrong with that.  Do you?  Snorts.