OPEN POST: Please Welcome Tequila, The Wee Little Turtle Of Peckerwood Manor!

Rejoice, for a miracle has occurred. Behold Tequila, the wee little turtle of Peckerwood Manor, who popped forth in the early-yawning hours from her teensy egg, glanced about, then tittered and said, "Where's the whisky in this joint?" She was promptly delivered a thimble full of  Glenmorangie, after which she hiccuped and said, "I actually prefer Johnny Walker Blue. Please make a note of this." 

Picky little cooter that she is, she also kindly (always kindly) (but firmly) requested that her admirers restrict their visits and picture taking to after sunset, as she gets her beauty rest during the day, being that she's nocturnal. 

Fun fact: Tequila will always be wee-sized, so do be careful before taking a seat on assorted lounges, couches and chairs throughout the manse. You won't crush her, of course, but honestly, the last thing she needs is to be suffocated by your muffled toots, queefs and varied trouser coughs. Fair? On an unrelated note, lunch today is Tomato, Cheddar and Bacon Pie, Seven-Layer Salad and Cream Cheese Sheet Cake. If you haven't already, kindly make your reservation.