Special morning edition!

Oh, No! They have white winged doves here in Fredericksburg too! At 4 o'clock this morning "who cooks for you?", just like in Austin. Poppa says it sounds like 'coo, coo, cachoo' and he'll never watch Anne Bancroft again (whatever that means).

Well, a Tigger can only stand so much, so I decided to climb a tree and get my own breakfast this morning:



By the way, when we were having lunch yesterday, a woman sitting beside us called me Flat Stanley (whatever that means).

Posted from Nana's iPad