Eruption of Pseudo Wimsey

 So then, if you are a keen observer you will notice that there is a kitchen in the background (the pantry is the giveaway.)  As a regular reader of this blog, you will know from previous pictures that this is not my kitchen!  So then, you are asking yourself, "Whose kitchen is it?"  Tis a question that is right on point.  We must look for clues.  Take the young lad with the nice smile who is holding me with such confidence.  Have you seen him before?  Why yes!  Yes you have.  This 10 year old has indeed graced the electronic pages of this webbie, back in August as I recall.  His name is Andrew and he is my cousin.  Given his identity we come back to question, "whose kitchen is it?" 

Perhaps it is time for more evidence.  Kindly notice the next picture.  There is a boy who is holding me.  But he is not the same boy!  Duh, duh, duuuuuuuuuuuh.  So who is this mysterious young man and what part does he play?  Well I shall tell you.  But first let it be remarked that he has also appeared on this webbie.  His name is Christopher and he is my cousin.  He is 8 years old. 

So then, where am I?  Gentle reader, surely I must be in the abode wherein these two young gentlemen reside!  And so it was this past weekend.  I, along with dear mother and that fatherly fellow, made the journey to Mankato to visit cuz and cuz.  It was rather a nice trip as the autumn has been gentle and kind, the company was good, and who needs a hot water heater anyway?  "Hot water heater?"  Yes indeed, the hulking clod of tin gave up the old esprit and leaked its life juices out onto the basement floor.  Could have been a horrible mess except for my timely and heroic action!  Just kidding!  I was just lying around the whole time.  Someone else noticed the impending disaster and took action.  I'm pretty sure it was my Auntie Rachel.  She's a dear, by the way.  Very kind with yours truly and I must say that I appreciate it.

Well, I've been rambling ever so much.  I should mention that Uncle Fred was there too, enjoying the weekend away from his students.  The two danderballs (cats) were slinking about.  And Lynx must have stopped by, though I didn't see her, because we had a rather marvelous Chinese dinner on Sunday.  Toodle pip!

PS: Happy belated birthday to my dear auntie who turned "the square root of one hundred sixty nine times a halved foursie."