Auntie Weasel's Diary

When I was a tiny baby weasel, I'm told my Grammy Weasel peered into my crib and cooed sweetly, "Littlelittlelittle eyes! Nobody in our family has little eyes!"

And Grandfather Weasel growled, "Oh, shut up! You can take one look at that baby and see she's going to be smart enough to wear makeup."

Well. Point to Grammy Weasel. Plus, the name stuck. Thanks so much!


	Saturday, February 11, 2006 Littlelittlelittle eyes When I was a tiny baby weasel, I'm told my Grammy Weasel peered into my crib and cooed sweetly, "Littlelittlelittle eyes! Nobody in our family has little eyes!" And Grandfather Weasel growled, "Oh, shut up! You can take one look at that baby and see she's going to be smart enough to wear makeup." Well. Point to Grammy Weasel. Plus, the name stuck. Thanks so much! I've tried wearing makeup. Owing to a habit of scrubbing my face absently while I think, I get home looking like a raccoon. With big red lips. Text: February 11, 2006 Time: 1960 Topic: Me! Me me me!