Hey all… it’s Tuesday, the day we snoop through Noah’s diary. Why? Because we can. And because cartoon characters can’t sue for invasion of privacy.
Tuesday, February 24, 2026, 9am: Ugh… Tuesday. In February.
Double ugh…
But at least It’s gonna be March soon, which means we’re almost to last frost day. Which means I can start planting out some of my seedlings, at least for the spring annual flowers.
Which means Ruth will be happy to have some free counter space. Little does she know that in just a couple weeks when me and Frank get that secret hoop house up during Agnes’ Vegas vacation there will be no more seedlings on countertops to complain about.
I mean, I already planted out the pansies so the space around the coffeemaker has been clear for a week or so, and considering Ruth really only uses the kitchen to make coffee, I think she really shouldn’t complain at all once the pansies go outside.
Of course, as I was cleaning out the now-empty seed trays for the pansies, Ursula asked me if I’d planted any 4-leaf clover seeds because she needs some for her leprechaun habitat and of course I hadn’t, so I had to order some seeds off Amazon and now there’s gonna be a seed tray next to the coffeemaker again. But hey, it’s not my fault. I’m not the one who’s trying to catch a leprechaun.
Speaking of the top secret hoop house project, Agnes of course has her spidey senses tingling that me and Frank are up to no good, but it seems my ploy to cause misdirection by showing Ursula videos of fainting goats and talking about how cool they are has worked…
…because Agnes have been Frank that there will be no goats in our yard. And she told Ruth to tell me there will be no goats in our yard.
And I have been telling Ruth that I think it would be good for Ursula if we got a couple fainting goats because then we could have Ursula feed the goats and she’d learn some responsibility.
Plus, I’ve been going around singing “young McThorsen had a farm, E I E I O, and on this farm he had some goats…” Which makes Ruth groan every time she hears it.
Agnes has also lectured Ruth’s brother Norm that there will be no goats in our yard because Norm and Mallory have a few goats for their kids to play with and Mallory milks their goats to make her own cheese and whatnot, so I guess Agnes thinks Norm and Mallory will be the goat suppliers. And it’s true that Mallory has a couple new baby goats and is part of the goat club so she’s got connections if I were actually thinking of getting goats.
But really I don’t want goats. I put too much effort into my garden to have a bunch of goats running around eating my flowers and veggies… even if it would be amusing to annoy Agnes with a herd of goats chasing her around the pool.
And Ursula can go get her goat fix at Norm and Mallory’s when she visits her cousins. Mind you, Ursula has started to turn on the idea of getting goats. “You’re trying to brainwash me into doing chores, aren’t you?”
So as of Saturday, she’s now on Agnes’ anti-goat brigade. Which means my plan is working perfectly and none of the womenfolk suspect a thing about the coming hoop house.
