Tonight, Kiki gave me a night sky tee…out of the blue. I decided to put it on.
Big Top’s house was empty again, as he again tried to move out of town. This isn’t the circus, where you move from town to town each week. You’re stuck here for a while, big guy.
I listened in on a conversation between Hopper and Rhonda, and Rhonda said she was bad at remembering names. So instead, she uses colors to describe a person’s personality.
So naturally, Hopper wanted to know what color he was.
Hopper then told a story about how he went to a color coordinator, who told Hopper he was a burnt umber. Rhonda then agreed with that choice.
That was certainly a unique conversation.
On the bulletin board, the latest “Talking to Myself” post hints at some possible animosity between the pelican sisters.
As I was banging the money rock, Rhonda came up to me and interrupted me! So I only got three money bags out of the rock, for a total of 700 bells. Purple Rhonda is making Green Jeff see red.
Down at the Roost, K.K. Slider performed “My Place” for me.
After that, I headed over to town hall and made a 30,000 bell mortgage payment. Before wrapping up my night, I took some medicine over to Curly. He’s still suffering with the swine flu.
Reading the title, for a second I thought Mohawk McClover would be involved