May Day & Career Ideas

Musashi Sez:

Wull, today is May Day, which is a spring festival thing where yu finds a convenient pole and some really long ribbons in red and bloo and green an pink an yello an yu dance around it while yu sing. Fer yer really gud verisimilitude, yer songs shud include words lik “hey, nonny, nonny,” but don’t ask me why.

I think this wud be a mor fun game if they attached ping pong balls to the ends of the ribbons, cuz I am a fan of ping pong balls an I can chase them unner the bookcase all day!!!

Meanwhile I has been trying to decide on mai summer plans, or possibul, whut I want to be when I grow up. I have decided to NOT be a farmer, a chef, or a surfer. That was EASY to decide.

I was thinkin I cud be a food critic, because I am so gud at watchin Mom cook an commenting on whut I see. She always tells me whut she's cooking, especially when I asks to smell stuffs. Most recently, I has smelled zuchinni, onyun, pasta, oringe, scallions, cheese, peetzer, spgetti sauce, an a bagel. Also cream cheese which don't look like cheese, but as I unnerstand it, dairy kin be sneaky. I never really like what I smell. Once upon a time I licked some funny Gouda, but since then I don't eevn try.

So I thogt I wud be a natural at being a food critic, but Mom said that yu has to sometime say the food is akshully gud, and I never think so, so I guess that’s out.

Occyoopai Sesame Street Et Setera

Musashi Sez:

Wull, I wuz goin to writ about that Occyoopai Sesame Street thin, but then mai mom gottid a verree bad cold, so I am goin to writ about that instead. She keep goin, “Corf, corf, corf. Krshneezl! Honk!” This is not so mutch fun to lissen to, as it tern out. (In part cuz it soun to me mor lik the woof of a Cheewowa, that ar sillee-lookin doggeez at the bestest of timz.) Aneewae, she ar sik, an I has the responsbabilitlee of halpin her, if I can.

I offrd to mayk Tea, but parentlee that reqwir thumz. An I offrd to gets her orinj joos frum the stor, but that reqwir goin outsid wher all them big noyzee carz an truks ar, an also havin pockits fer monee, an lik that.

So moslee I has jus ben ovrseein. This meen sleepin on her ankulz, an givin her kittee shiatsu, cuz ther ar som powrful poynts on the feemr bon that kin halp wift the immyoon systim. An wen she goez to the kitchin, I follrs her ther, an wen she goes to the baftroom I follrs her ther an mayk shur she gits back to bed sayf. Aslo, I gives her kittee shiatsu on her limber supports, which ar the spynl stuffs that keeps her uprigt.

An then I naps on her nee whil she sleepin, becuz if yu has got cold, yu needs to has warm neez. Huh. Probabul that why she gottid sik in firtst plays, from havin cold nees in San Fransisko, wiftout me bein ther to keep them warm.