This was a good week. I remembered to check out the Reset Surveillance Center after it rained twice this week, I kept a friend from moving away, and I got a new treasure for the museum. Also, I’ve been keeping an eye on the round topiary that I’m trying to build. As you might recall from last week, I’m not donating any of my own hard-earned bells to the project, and seeing how much my townsfolk will contribute. I’ve been checking the totals every day, and it seems that they’ll donate around 1,760 bells. Although every couple of days the donation increases by a couple bells, so by the end of the week, the last couple contributions were 1,768. At this rate, it’ll take forever to finish, but I’m curious because when I left one bell on the last town project, nobody donated it, so I would like to see if the townsfolk will fund a project on their own without my help. I’m not optimistic, but we’ll see what happens. Come back in a month and find out! But until then, there’s all kinds of stuff to see, so read on!
So Tiffany sent me a present, and the letter read: “Dear Chris, Not everyone can sport this daring, shoulder-exposing style. I go for a much more classic look, myself. But I’m sure it’ll be perfect on you. Go on! Try it out! – Tiffany, out on a limb” And sure enough, inside was this shoulder-exposing ballet outfit. I didn’t put it on right away because I had to go to the store and order a pair of ballet slippers to go with it. It didn’t seem complete, though, so I added a pink flower in my hair for the finishing touch. Aren’t I adorable? (Still can’t dance to save my life, though!)
I snuck into the Reset Surveillance Center this week after it rained, and caught Resetti singing to himself and dancing. He was really getting into it, shaking his butt and very nearly twerking. Seriously. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. Of course, he caught me and got annoyed that I was intruding on his private space so I quickly hightailed it out of there. He’s kind of scary, and I don’t want him mad at me. I know I’m the mayor and all, so technically I’m his boss, but still… he’s intimidating!
Katrina popped by this week as well, so I paid her another visit to add to the total necessary to convince her to open up a permanent storefront. But as usual, her advice was relatively useless. She said that for good luck and riches I should have a “historical accessory.” Huh? Like a powdered wig? Or a roman helmet? I guess those are historical accessories. Not that I have anything that fit the bill, though… so… yeah. Waste of bells once more! (Why do I want her to open up a permanent store again?)
This week was also Mother’s Day, and as usual, I didn’t send my mom anything. In fact, she sent me a pink carnation with a letter that read: “Dear sweet Chris, Your dad actually helped me with the housework today. If only it could always be like this. It’s Mother’s Day! – Mom” Geeze, you’d think my dad doesn’t lift a finger normally and she has to wait on him hand and foot… I’m sure if she left him alone to starve, Dad would eventually become self-sufficient.
It’s the rainy season, so after another rainstorm, I popped into the Reset Surveillance Center again, this time to find Resetti arguing with another mole who turned out to be his older brother, Don. Who knew he had a family? Actually, that does sound vaguely familiar. Anyway, they were going back and forth about alligators and birds and teeth and dentists, and it’s all just bizarre. I half expect that the next time I go down there, Sonny and Don Resetti will be having some kind of funky dance party where they’ll be twerking all over the place…
As annoying as it is that anytime I try to buy a dress or female accessory from the Able Sisters’ shop they assume I’m buying a gift for someone, I have to say that I was extra irritated that the pink-zap suit was a dress. The blue, red and green ones are shirt and pants with a helmet. But the pink one I guess has to be a girl, so she wears a skirt. Seriously? How sexist is that? (Of course, I bought it, but I’m not wearing it yet because I’m still enjoying my ballet costume.)
Shari weirded me out when she told me she was thinking about getting a pet and wondered what animal she should choose. The whole idea of an animal keeping another animal as a pet is just so strange. But even stranger was when one of the options I could choose from was a monkey! I couldn’t resist, of course, and suggested the monkey get a monkey as a pet. She wasn’t crazy about the idea, but not because she would be keeping a member of her own species as a pet — no, she was just worried that it might bite! It was all I could do not to laugh in her face. She’s never bitten me, so maybe not all monkeys bite?
Gabi looked so sad that she was planning to move I was more than happy to change her mind. I like my perky bunnies, so I didn’t want her to go anyway, but she also has the same name as my niece, so I have extra reason to keep her around. Plus, as I’ve said numerous times in the past, Chow is the next to go come hell or high water!
Last, but certainly not least, Redd put up his shady little tent and I made a purchase. The flowery painting certainly looked like it was really Vincent Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, and thankfully when I brought it to Blathers, he confirmed that it was! I still have quite a few empty spaces in the art section of my museum, but one day I will fill it in completely! (I’m not nearly as confident about the fish and bugs sections, because I’m a lazy cuss and will probably never go after the few that I’m missing!)