I have a Lima Bean disorder. I can't grow them because something keeps eating the leaves.
Morning, fellow crazies! Well, Granny, I am giving the hot air ballooning idea serious consideration. I called Charlton Heston, and he is mulling over the idea of leading us from bondage in an epic recreation of The Ten Commandments. I was very surprised he took my call after the last time. Well . . . . . you know what happened the last time . . . . . . . . . that awful chariot injury nearly did him in, but I guess he had a blast, so we may be able to pull this one off, too. I wanna be baby Moses! You know how well I float down river!!
In other news, it is still rainy and yucky here. We have some red maple leaves and in my opinion, time is just moving waaaaaaaaaay too fast for this otter! There doesn't seem to be any time to just sit and smell the herring anymore. Swim, swim, swim . . . . . . waddle, waddle, waddle . . . . . . . . . . . . spin from the ceiling fan, spin from the ceiling fan, spin from the ceiling fan. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh. Sorry. Got carried away there. Did you know that if you play with the wiring, you can make a ceiling fan go twice as fast as you originally thought it could?? I'm taking a continuing education class called Maintaining Your Floe, and have learned several interesting things about electricity (the fan) and plumbing (How To Make The Perfect Ice Slide in Your Living Room 101). Next semester is Advanced Efficient Clam Slamming, and Grooming Yourself to Glory 215 or Dealing With The Oily Pelt.
Sooooooooo, like, you know, the song of the . . . . you know, . . . . like . . . . . day is uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . . . . . . not sure yet. I shall go and investigate Youtube and prowl about until I find something that tickles my fancy. That reminds me, I am having surgery on my fancy in a few short weeks. To be honest, I'm having a complete fancyectomy on the 11th of October. Le'Poop. Oh well. C'est la vie. C'est le fancyectomy. I love you guys!
Oh, Yedda, Yedda, Yedda, Yedda! Didn't I make you feel like you were the only website -yeah! And didn't I give you nearly everything that an otter possibly can ? Honey, you know I did!But each time I told myself that I, well I think I've had enough, I kept coming back to Yedda to help them clean up the nasty stuff. I want them to come on, come on, come on, come on and Take it! Take away all the crappy advertisements, Yedda! Oh, oh, break it! Break away from the porn and the greed that you don't need, yeah. Oh, oh, have a! Have a try at a moral conscience, Yedda, You know the ads are gone . . . . if the site makes you feel good, Oh, yes indeed. You're out on the site answering questions, And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right, Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night, Yedda, I cry all the time! And each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain, I hope you'll get rid of all the garbage to remove this putrid stain. I'll say Yedda come on, come on, come on, come on and take it! Take it! Take away all the crappy advertisements, Yedda. Oh, oh, break it! Break away from the porn and the greed you don't need, yeah, Oh, oh, have a! Have a try at a moral conscience, Yedda You know the ads are gone . . . . . if the site makes you feel good!