Teddy Bear Picnic

Finley, what in the world is this all about?

That's exactly what Mom and Dad asked when they walked into the kitchen to find Mabel and I as busy as bees. So I'll tell you what I told them, we're planning a picnic.

Mae, pants-less, is helping me set up the places for when all our friends arrive.

But, wait, Finley - I'm pretty sure the definition of a picnic emphasizes that the picnic be eaten outdoors...

Do not question my picnic.

Oh, look, Randy just showed up. Always punctual, that Randy.

Not sure what I'm more excited about - the fact that everyone is here for the picnic or that Mae finally has some pants on.

Where I've Been

"What's new, Finley?"

Well, let me tell you... I had a picnic with my animal friends...
I'm quite certain Randy the Rabbit spiked the punch or something because after three cups of "tea" all of a sudden everyone was walking around with one eye open and slurring their baby babble and hugging and talking about how they should do this more often. It was like a ten-year reunion gone bad...
It's corn on the cob season! I've actually got a one up on most people that eat corn because I only have seven teeth right now, and five of those are only about halfway in. So while most people spend 42 minutes after dinner picking corn out of their teeth, I spend that time watching NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams, with a clean set of gums.

Love Mom's necklaces.
And everybody needs a good grilled cheese once in a while.