Storyteller. Laugher. Inventor of words. 

Here’s why I'm writing this: I'm writing this because I lost my pingu pencil. Then I found it!

Once, he was lost. Now, he is found.

Once, he was lost. Now, he is found.

And I thought maybe he was lost because he had nothing to do. Since his whole job is to stand at the top of my pencil and wait for me to click click click for more lead, he was just waiting...and waiting. Probably sighing a pingu sigh that sounds like a squeak and smells like disapproval.  

Well I am not about to contribute to unemployment in such a way. A pingu far from home with no job, no other talents and me, take his job away? Sure he could try to find other work…..maybe a cocktail stirrer or a pointer. But he’d get sticky and be unhappy and not be able to hold down a job at all due to all the cocktails. And then I’d have to support him and I just can’t afford to have unhappy, unemployed pingus lolling around my table, staring reproachfully at me in their way. I already have a dog whose entire existence consists of protecting me from boxes. So many boxes.

Also, peeps.

Also, peeps.

So I'm writing this because I feel it's my duty to support all areas of the economy, not just the vintners, the cheese makers and the cobblers. People like to laugh and I have some funny, so I thought I'd share.