November 10, 2004 - From Mr. Vegas to TML:
Oh, Ms. Tara, that is so bewte beawte beaute beautiful that I'm going to have Ms. Mary print it out so I can keep it with me always. Thank you. My little heart is singing and my little puffy blue feet are dancing dancing dancing.
TaraBear helped me spell that big word, and Lex helped, too. Lex got here last night. Ms. Mary picked him up at the post office in the morning and took him to work with her. He got to sit on her desk all day and he says she tickled him under the chin a couple times and smiled at him, and she even kissed him when nobody was looking, so he had an okay day. He didn't get to meet Ms. Mary's boss's wife, like I did, but he did get to see her boss. Her boss saw Lex sitting on her desk and didn't say a word, just like Ms. Mary had a bear sitting on her desk every day. That's a joke, you know; Ms. Mary doesn't take us to work with her. It's only when we get here in big brown envelopes that we get to go to work with her. Mr. Smoky came in a box and he didn't get to go to work. He came right here from the post office. That was a day Ms. Mary didn't work. I'm learning my days now. I get a little mixed up sometimes about the names of the days when Ms. Mary is gone to work, but the days when she's not working are Sunday and Saturday. And one of those days she goes to the post office and one day she doesn't.
We have some pictures for you. Ms. Mary took a picture of me and TaraBear and Lex reading your email. And then we got to turn around and smile for you. Ms. Mary said, "Say cheese" just before she took each picture. Why did she say that? I don't even like cheese. What is cheese? I just said to myself, "Smile pretty for Ms. Tara" and that's what I did.
Lex didn't sleep as much in his envelope as I did in mine, so he is one tired little bear. He slept on the couch on Mr. Smoky's lap all day today. Tonight he gets to come up on the bookshelf and sit by me and Mr. Valentine. Did you know Mr. Smoky has a navel? That's what Ms. Mary calls the dent in his tummy. What's a navel for? How did he get it? Can I get one? Do I want one? TaraBear doesn't have one either. Neither does Lex. Nobody does except for Mr. Smoky.
I have to go show Lex where he is going to sleep tonight. 'Bye, Ms. Tara, I love you.
P.S. Is it okay for us to say we are from Boston? That other B place is too big for my mouth. Is it close to Boston? Where is Boston?
And P.S. again 'cuz TaraBear and Lex told me to tell you hi from them, so "Hi from them."
Love,
Vegas
The Bookshelf Zebra
