Ms. Fuscus just doesn’t let up.
I wondered last week how long the radio silence coming from their household would last, and the answer was, not very. I do give her props for coming up with a logical engineering solution to the limited church space (My family fills up the pews, while Fenton’s hangs from the rafters.), but the point is, WE HAVEN’T SET THE DATE!
Sorry about the all caps. Bad netiquette, I know.
I feel sorry for Fenton, who’s caught in the middle. Complicating things even further is Tree, who has been a nurturing, maternal presence in Fenton’s life for some time. Tree is supportive (literally) and doesn't make demands.
In other news, Kell did acquiesce to Rudy giving half of his Easter Bunny scholarship to Fiona. Kell insisted that everything be in writing, so Dad arranged to have a motion passed by the Rabbit Council. He even set it up so that Coney (who attends all the meetings) cast the final vote.
I got an E-mail from Tammy. It’s the pollen season, which she feeds on. Angstrom is a growing little firefly, and Tammy says he’s almost as bright as Ray. Together, father and son can really illuminate that lighthouse.
Up next, I’ve got the usual end-of-semester headaches, including exams. Today's question: Do human students have finals at this time of year?
