Hi, it's me again, Klu the Bear.
I wanted to write a post today about shells. I like shells a lot. When we were on the beach in 'Lympia, me and Uncle Kermit picked up lots of shells. I'm real good at pickin' up shells, so I helped Uncle Kermit choose which shells he should pick up. Here's a picture of me and some of our shells.
I wanted to show you a picture of Uncle Kermit's bathroom, where he put the shells, but I can't. I took the picture, but we forgot to bring the cord to plug the camera into Big Mummy's 'puter. So I'll 'pload that picture the next time I can use the internet. Why do grownups always put shells in bathrooms? I put my shells by my pillow so I could look at them in the morning when I wake up.
We're not gonna have internet at our house for a few more days, cuz the company made a mistake. I think my Big Mummy said a bad word when she found out. It's drivin' us crazy to have to go to the coffee shop to get our email. And I felt a little 'barrassed the other day to write my blog in public. But I didn't want to let my fans down.
Klu the Bear