It was getting late that night, and then all ob a sudden…. **ring ring**
Baxter picked up the phone wiff excitement and we all waited as he listened to what the person on the other end was saying.
“No fank you, we don’t want an extended warranty on our automobile…” he hung up the phone, let out a sigh and continued waiting…
Well, I decided to go up to Uber and talk to them. I understand I could hab aboided all dis wiff an umlaut, but I’m not allowed to use the stove by myself, and umlauts are kind ob tricky to make and fold in the cheese and beggies. Anyway, I won’t be calling myself UberFish anymore, it’s time to rebrand! Dat’s ok. I’m finking ob it as an opportunity, not a set back.
I still habn’t had a phone call or letter back from any New York producers about putting on my show “Baxter wiff a B”, but I sent out another round ob letters and I fink it will happen soon. I’m waiting by the phone… if you could bring my dinner in here dats probably good, I don’t want to miss any calls and I don’t hab an answering machine.

















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