You know, sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s really going on in my house. I keep hearing rumors, but nobody has told me a thing. I know that it’s only a couple of weeks until Thanksgiving, and then Bean and Smidge will head off to Arkansas to carve, this time with Bean’s daughter, aka Auntie Sara. She has carved before, so it’s not her first rodeo. And, they will swoop by the Ft. Smith, AR airport on their way up the mountain to pick up Auntie Glenda. And….drum roll please, once there, meet up with Smidge’s bestie, Voir de Wizzy and the famous Wiz and Mr. Wiz. Oh the rapture. Wonder if I can sneak into the travel case with Smidge. I just might.
But something else is going on, and I just can’t figure it out. I keep hearing the bong of the Bean’s cell indicating an email or a text, and it’s virtually non-stop. The phone keeps ringing too. It’s been like this all day since Saturday. What in the world is going on? I know Hitty Club is here on Monday, and Bean is prepping for her presentation at Williamsburg Doll Club next Thursday, but this can’t be either of these. It’s too much emailing and texting and phoning to be that. Sigh.
I imagine Bean will get around to telling me eventually, since I’m basically the family reporter, and of all the Beans and dollies in the house, I’m the one who knows the news and makes sure it’s printed. I can’t share with you if she won’t share with me. But I’m sure she’ll share. At least I hope she will. I can’t tell you until I know, and I don’t know. Frankly, I’m about to die of curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, you know.
Oh well, death is inevitable, right? I’m going to keep trying to figure it out and hope I live through the curiosity phase. Besides, I’m not a cat.
If anyone else knows, I hope they will whisper the secret in my ear.