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Maybelle’s Xlent Bar-b-que Adventure, don’tcha know

It’s bar-b-que season, don’tcha know, and it was time to buy a new one. Since there wasn’t much to choose from here in Lake WhaddyathinkImean with the only store even close to what I was needing being Pruitt Clernly’s Everything ‘Cept Bar-b-ques…yours truly recruited Beanpole Starkman to fly me all the way to the big city of Barrie, don’tcha know.

Well, Bogart was still fiddling on eHarmony…that bear has a one track mind these daze…so he wasn’t about to come with us. Besides, he woulda taken up a little too much room in Beanpole’s Tiger Moth bi-plane, don’tcha know, us needin’ room for my new cookin’ machine.

Oh I was excited, never bein’ in a bi-plane before, and it climbed into the sky so fast, I never even had time to be nervous.

It was beautiful up there … flying high over Lake WhaddyathinkImean, ice out, boats almost in. The lake shimmying  like a teenager’s skirt. Trees budding, flowers poking, squirrels, chipmunks and birds running, flying. I was head over heels giddy.

Then before I knew it, we were swooping down over folks’ cottages. Why you shoulda seen ’em. Jackets off. Some even bare foot. Washing cars and trucks. Airing out rugs. Pinning clothes up on lines.

And oh how the wind was a-blowin’ in my face. I felt so young and alive, I could swear my grey hair turned brown again, my wrinkles ironed out like silk, and my baggy overalls magicly turned into real tight form-fitting jeans, don’tcha know.

Next thing I knew we were flying low over a real cute country store called Quaker Oaks on Hwy 45.  That’s oaks not oats like the breakfast cereal, don’tcha know. And I just had to ask Beanpole to find a field to land in so I could stop in and buy some of their deLISHus stuffed green olives. Oh they make ’em with garlic and t’others with pesto. Yum.

Well, wouldn’t ya know,  Beanpole landed his plane without crashing into somebody’s deer feeder or wood pile. Seems he just loves crashing into mine.

Anyways … we stopped in and said hello to Mark the owner. I bought some garlic olives and Beemans chewing gum. Remember Beemans?

Beanpole got himself some real good coffee and a homemade fruit cookie. Moose was there. Oh not a moose-moose, Mark’s friend, Moose, don’tcha know, and his mother. What a sweet gal she was.

Then we were off again, flying high in a clear blue sky in search of a new bar-b-que.

What a wonder-full day it turned out to be. It wasn’t about being in Barrie and buying a bar-b-que, tho I did get a terrific 3-burner one, don’tcha know … it was about the adventure getting there. Sure does a body good to do something fun you ain’t never done before. And oh …

…the sweet taste of the day made our bar-b-que supper taste that much better.

Nightie night.  Maybelle

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Starry starry nite, don’tcha know

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

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