Weeding the Town

I started out my day with a full mail pocket. Claude gave me a birthday present but I didn’t open it last time. It was a yellow umbrella. How exciting! After emptying my mail pouch I got letters, one from the HRA that gave me a score of 5,297 points. “the size of your house is wasted. Why have all that space if you don’t fabullize it?” and the second one was from Nookington’s. They currently have a “stunning offer” on a cabana lamp. O-kay?

Bones made a bulletin board post:
“I buried my blue corner in one of the 3 acres. I don’t know why I did it; I was sleepwalking at the time. Finders keepers!
from Bones” Naturally I went up to A-3 to see if it was there, and it wasn’t. I kept searching, but along the way a mosquito bit me. I also talked to Carrie who asked why I disappeared from the face of the earth for over 12 months (yikes!) and thought I didn’t even know or care that she was searching for me for weeks.

I dug up a fossil and mailed it to the museum for assessment and plucked far too many weeds. I ran into Bones running around his front yard who told me he knows so much about food but not that much about furniture since it’s not edible. He asked me to sell him my tall lullaboid for 2,810 bells which seemed like an okay deal.

I’m gonna end my post here because I don’t feel like writing anymore. I’m also going to go on hiatus until September 1st in effort to make 1 post a day. See you then!