Goldilocks proves to be technologically inept.

[goldentress]

I've run out of coffee again, and am exhausted, so the kids will have to do without me.

Thank you for the flowers, Neil, they were lovely. As a matter of fact, they are all still alive, if you can imagine that. Steroids in the plant food, I suspect.

I stumbled on an old cartoon today that I couldn't pass up. Let's see, hopefully I can get this cut

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[biggestbear]

If those things are classified as tactical advantages, you may consider me a frightened man.

And yet another post-it note would be stacked up next to yours:

In case of emergency, remember that Edgewood is home to at least three known physicians.

[goldentress]

I'd advise you not to let her hug you if you wish to remain unbruised. Trust me, her arsenal is far less frightening than that of ninety percent of the women in our lovely neighborhood.

And one would would be tactfully placed on top of that:

In case of emergency, do not call Greg. He will insist that you preform the CPR.

[biggestbear]

Note to self:

If and when Amelia Wright suffers from a coronary, make sure to seek advice from the genius of Greg Price.

[goldentress]

Your confidence in Greg amazes me, Mr. Fisher!

I assure you, though, that I do not do CPR on the first heart failure.

Note to Self:

Consider the possibility that, against all odds, you might have a soul.

[biggestbear]

Is this the opportune moment to locate a breath mint, Miss Wright?

[goldentress]

Not quite, Mr. Fisher.

It seems that I am still skeptical if whether I have a soul or not.
Such questions take time to process, deliberate, and answer.

Of course, if your breath is killing plant life within a twenty yard radius, you might want to consider a breath mint, yes.

[biggestbear]

By all means, process and deliberate.

I'll be across the street when you've come to a conclusion.

[goldentress]

Note to Self:

If process and deliberation leads to the knowledge that you have a soul, and Mr. Fisher happens to be across the street, consider yourself screwed[1].

[1]Figuratively speaking, that is.

[biggestbear]

Screwed unless Mr Fisher us in fact using his binoculars at the time.

Coincidence? I think not.

[goldentress]

I'll be sure to keep the curtains drawn, just in case.

Well, it was nice talking to you again, Mr. Fisher. But it's late, and as I haven't had coffee, I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard.

Good night.

[biggestbear]

Likewise, Miss Wright. I should be heading home anyways.

Goodnight.