Sanderson's Diary, March 2008

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March 1

March madness. Well, so far around here, we don’t seem to be any more deranged than normal, so the term must only pertain to basketball.  And being that I’m not too tall and I’m not much into basketball (I do so hate to hear those rubber shoes squeak on the court), I think I might just nap the month away.  Hear me snoring?

March 6

Well, I didn’t sleep as long as I thought I might. I got hungry.  I don’t know how the bears do it for a whole winter.  And don’t they miss getting brushed?  I know I would.

March 16

Tomorrow is Saint Patrick’s Day. Geez, how’s a guy supposed to wear green when he doesn’t like clothes? I guess I could ask Mom to pour me a couple of beers tonight.  Then maybe when I wake up tomorrow I would look a little green.  Hmmm, might work. I’ll have to think on it though. Probably wouldn’t be worth it!

March 23

Here comes Peter Cottontail. Hoppin’ down the bunny trail.  Hippity hoppity, Easter’s on its way . . .  So how’d you like my singing?  I know I’m a little old to be changing careers, but I’m thinking about hiring out as a holiday entertainment specialist.  Kind of like a mobile DJ who only plays holiday songs, except the canned music has no words and I’ll sing them myself. I mean, some cat made a fortune in commercials just singing “Meow, meow, meow, meow, over and over, so why not me in my new “role” as a mobile performer? 

Okay, I thought about it a little longer, and in addition to colorful eggs being over-rated, there is a definite impediment to any degree of success for this endeavor.  I’ll have to convince Mom to drive me, because we don’t have taxi service up here.  Wonder how she feels about that?

March 31

I’m not sure I’ve ever written anything in my diary on the last day of the month.  Must be a new thing after turning ten years old. Speaking of which, I’m not going to be ten for much longer.  A month from tomorrow I turn eleven! Wow. Who’d a thunk it?  That will make me 77 years old in human years. I swear I’m in better shape than Mom, and she’s a whole lot younger. (Well, I keep telling her that so she keeps the treats coming!)

Check back now and then. I'll keep you posted on the latest developments! Hope to see you soon.

Sanderson