Sometimes I just feel grateful, don’tcha know. For little things. Like the stars that lit up the sky tonight and gave everyone here at Lake WhaddyathinkImean a show to end all shows. What a sight. Why you could even see stars you never seen before. Real little ones sprinkled there like icing sugar.
The deer came out for a late night feed. Three of ’em. The baby’s legs were so skinny I felt like getting ol’ Uncle Liam’s longjohns out of retirement and putting ’em on the little tyke. But ya gotta keep yer distance less ya scare ’em off, don’tcha know…and I like ’em coming round with their big Little Orphan Annie eyes.
Easter weekend and it’s gonna be 25 celcius tomorrow. Swimming suit weather. Imagine that! And I was just packing a feather filled jacket two days ago.
For all you folks worried about Vilma Yucch’s glow in the dark shocking pink skin …I’m happy to report, she’s fading and will soon be back to abnormal.
Sybil Beaucannon Hughes sure is into the Easter spirit with hundreds of pots of lilies linin’ her driveway. All that’s missing is the red carpet. I’m sure gonna miss her when she goes on her big world adventure, don’tcha know, to the exotic wilds of Whitby.
Tomorrow we’ll be having our annual Lake WhaddyathinkImean hop-a-thon and Easter egg hunt. I sure hope Beanpole Starkman remembers to hard boil the eggs before he hides ’em.
Vilma Yuccch’ll be wearing her playboy bunny outfit, don’tcha know, handing out chocolate rabbits to all the kiddies while the whole buffed volunteer fire fighters brigade will be hopping for charity. And of course, Officer Stanley Penelope McBottom’ll be there showing off his latest invention, the McBottom nose ring dispenser. Don’t ask.
What’s that, Bogart? (He’s growling at me. Scuse me a second). Bogart! Turn on yer I-can-hear-what-yer-thinking voice synthesizer tam o’shanter cap, will ya? so we can all tell what yer thinkin’. Good bear. Now, turn up the volume, will ya?
I wish Lindsay Lohan would marry me!
Nightie night. Maybelle
