ANIMALS and CREEPY CRAWLIES around us.

Originally posted by Vets Dottir
My dear, dear, Master R.,

Ah, dear VD/PW

Oh dear, Oh dear, have no fear that the Master Sun-Ball-Win-Ton-Ning is hogging the computer tippy-tappable-ness from the wee bittie VD/PW ... when he works (almost daily, often all day, usually variable hours) and when he's on the settee he's either snoring or mainlining sounds and images (did I say SOUNDS??????????) along with favored beverages ... therefore, leaving the wee bittie me access to this new-fandangled-technology that requires manual tippy-tappy-tasks to my hands and hearts ability and content.

Oh, that's alright then. Anyway whenever you need the computennmaschinenn gerät, just give Winjif Ballspin a couple of beers and send him to the settee for his noisy dead man act.

I've been out of character by not posting so much these days, figuring you'all need a rest from me MERRY CHRISTMAS HO HO HO

So you have.

I'm not dead yet though so am quite capable of profuse tippy-tappy-ableness at whim .... whim hitting ... well ... at whim

Whatever. . . . . . . . .

Your dear, dear VD/PW

Indeed dear lady, do you know when you get there, if the stores are all closed, with a word you can get what you came for.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed now, its just a spring-clean for the May Queen.

Dear lady can you hear the wind blow, and did you know, your stairway lies on the whispering wind.


He, he; that's got you. . . . . . . . . .

R.