Yeah, well, I'm heer. As dat guy Mark Twain sed, "Da repowts ob my def..." sumfing, sumfing. Nebber mind. I'll wook it up waiter in wun ob Maman's buks. Not wike dere aren't enuf obb'em aroun heer.
I'm fankful to Hunny for takin ober da Blog while I was bein sik. He ebben figgered oud howta do da pikchur fing, which I haddn' figgered oud howta do. He always tawks aboud how he can't unnerstan da "noo teknology" bud gib him a few minits an don distract him, an he geds dere ebenchually.
Ebbery warren needs to keep its older citizens as pawt ob its kultchur. Hunny may nod be da Top Bun heer, bud his contra-boo-shuns are still baluable. I still fink datta hoomins need to hextamin lagomorphic society interactions. We hab a co-operativb society from whose model your competitib, tribal-based society could benefit. Dere has bin berry widdle study dun in dis area, too, so I'm preddy sure dat you graduate students oud dere culd ged study-gwants, too. It's all in how you werd dat gwant applykashun...
So ennyways, I'm geddin two kinds ob meddysin an alla salad I kin eat. An I'm still woosin weight.
I can't be habbin wif dis.
Geddin old issa outwight indiggity. Nobun axted me if I wanted to ged old. I didn't axt for fings to go wrong wif me.
Poet sed I shuld gwow old "gwacefully".
An I sed, "Pooties to dat!"
I habbin't nebber bin gwaceful an I don intend to stwawt now. Why shuld I bodder?
I'm leebin da "eccentriks" to Maman, cos she does dem rilly good, an leebin bein "gwaceful" to Poet, cos she don know wut else to do, bud I god werk to do.
Furst ob all, dere is dis darned Babby. He's tawkin to me alla time. He don wanna be weft awone. He's skert. He's widdle. He's not 'Tellygint yet. An he don know appils frum his butt. Bud he finks he's cute assa button an has alla conbersayshunal skills obba half-baked housebrick.
Sekund ob all, dere is Mouse, who is habbin a Crisis ob Faith-In-Hisself. How he can pootie uppa wall almost his own height in wun aftanoon an nod belieb in hisself enuf to be Top Bun, beats me, bud heer we are. So he onwy comes up to my shoulder - dynamite comes in small packages, too. Bud I'm habbin trubble conbincin him ob dis cos he's nebber seed dynamite dat he can bemember. Needer hab I, but Maman says dis a wot, so it must be troo. Mebbe it is also inna buk sumwheres (which is where she geds 99% ob her ideas inna furst pwace).
Obviouswy, I need to go digest a buk. Mebbe it will help my tummy wif dis dia-ree-ha fing.
Hebbin knows I need sumfing to bung uppa werks, cos I can't be habbin wif dis, eidder.