Throwing a Curveball

I wished on a shooting star Wednesday night, and Wishy sent me a baby panda in the mail on Thursday. 🐼

I’ve been catching some good summer bugs lately, like the atlas beetle and this rainbow stag.

The seven colors are so bright, I better put on some shades!
But I’m already wearing shades!

Olivia has been sick with a cold this week, so I gave her some medicine on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. She appreciated it…I think.

Olivia: You look like an angel, it's a lie.

She was over her cold by today. She thanked me for the medicine by giving me a classic chair.

This afternoon, I found a note in a bottle on the beach. It was written by someone who wants to be a baseball player, to a “Helpful Hint Guy.” He wanted to know how to throw a curveball. ⚾

Dear Helpful Hint Guy, I can't throw a curveball. If I wanna throw a curveball like a pro, what do I need to do? -Signed, Weak and Flabby

Even if the helpful hint guy did get the note (spoiler alert: he didn’t), that might be a hard thing to explain in a note.

Another popular summertime activity, fishing, was represented on a new “Talking to Myself” post on the bulletin board. Except the author only complained about how boring it is!

-Talking to Myself- Sitting on a hot wharf... gazing into nothingness... Fishing is boring! I just don't get it!
This totally sounds like Phyllis, not Pelly.

Butch asked me for a fossil, so I gave him an iguanodon tail I dug up. He loved it, and he put it up almost immediately. (I just had to leave and re-enter his house to see it.) It didn’t exactly line up with his other fossil, but oh well. 😛

Butch's fossils.

He rewarded me with a scarecrow.

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