Happee Saint Raggedy Andy Day! (an why is his piktchoor not wearin a fansee kilt?)
Wull, since we had the very timely vizit of Robin Bucaria, BA, MEd, JD, lotsa stuffs have been happening. Fer example, all the girls packed up (wift very upsetting luggages) and wented away fer Thanksgiving. This was what yu callz a mixed blessin, becuz I didn’t hav Mom’s knee to sleep on (which is always a littul tramatic), but on the othr hand, I not have her buggin me to plae wift the lazer pointer the way she always does wen I am sittin thinking hard about mai blog. As yu noe, I has had all kindsa trouble wift the Writer Block this semestr, but this week I has overcomed it a littul bit.
Fer example, while Mom was gone, they gived me a littul too much of the wet fud, and you migt think, “Huh, it bad to waste fud when yu noe he’s not goin to eat it all,” and normally I wud have agreed, but after I eated what I wanted, the rest of it looked like that fansee ceilin in the Vatican Myoozeum, called the Sisteen Chapul, wift the piktchur by that guy Mikul Angelo, of Ceiling Cat reaching down to high five Eve Kittee fer not getting bit by that nasty snake feller.
Also, I was lookin at the steampunky toys Mom supported on Kickstarter (cuz she seds that her office at werk was just Not Cool Enugf (NCE) fer her an her frend whu she share it wift, ArTeeBee, who she swear is not a droid, but I think she have been fooled, but anway, parently they are boft way too cool fer this borin office, so she supported these toys on Kickstarter), and I was lookin at the toys, who has their own Facebook page, and it turn out that the unner-water guy has a version of his unner-water suit that is brigt pink! Wull, as yu kin imajinate, that made me innerested in unner-water adventchoors, since before that, I din’t know that yu cud has a fashonobbul wet-soot fer resertch. I thogt yu had to be all stodgy, but parently, that not the case. Three cheers fer Fashonobbul Resertch!!
Hip! Horray Hooray! Hip Hooray Horray! Hip Hooray Hooray!
Ahem. An THEN, as if life weren’t getting egsiting enugf, Mom camed home!!!! An she brogtid Granpa wift her!!!! An he is a lefty lik ME!!! (He call me the “Big M”—Mom always call me Littul Gy, an I has to tell here NO, I is a very BIG GY!!!! Huh.)
An Mom came home wift a NOO Tooftbrush! Now, I not lik tooftbrushiz maisalf, which make mom has a frustrate, but she showed me the one fer the winter. It was bloo an purpul. I said I liked the bloo an bright PINK one betterer, but she sed (very reasonably), “Silly Musashi. That the one fer Spring. It’s like how we doesn’t wear white feet in winter. We not yooz pink tooftbrushes in winter. It wud be day-class-ay.”
An I not egzactly noe what that mean, but her argyooment seemed quite lojikul, so I am goin wift it. I shorely has a lot to learn about stuffs.
Wull, there are more, but if I stop now, I might have stuffs to write about in a couple of days (after I has sniffed her luggage and made up my mind about the stuffs she bringed back from Conn Edigut.).