03 September 2018
Story #925
R. Linda:
It has come to my attention that not only is this the hottest summer in England, but also in New England. I can get nothing done in this heat and have lazed away most of the summer. The garden, which held such promise, is overrun by weeds because 1. it rained and they grew like... well, weeds, 2. it was too hot to weed the weeds, and 3. the lawn mower broke, so no mowing in between the beds, so the weeds have overrun the garden.
As I was lazing around, Mam asked me about the blog followers. Do I know them, or do I not? I told her I knew a few, but not all of them. That got us into a conversation, what did I think of this one or that one? What were me wonderings about them? I decided to write about the more frequent commenters to while away the time and avoid being accused by you of not posting a new story. Well, this isn't a new story, but rather musings, if you will.
I noticed Weasil has not been by this summer, probably because he is on Big Brother, telling everyone his name is Tyler and doing a mean American accent to boot. I hope he stays in the house until the end, so my summer is Weasil-Free.
I also noticed the movie star, Wolfie, sporadically commenting on the blog, which tells me he must be away filming in Cornwall for the next instalment of Poldark. Still, when he isn't busy playing Ross Poldark, he finds time to leave a comment on the old blog. Which I appreciate because we need at least one person with perfect hair.
That other famous face, Captain Jack, must be hard at work watching Johnny Depp go from a wee bit pudgy to an emaciated bald person and wondering what he should do. A quandary for sure there, Jack, LOL.
Then there be our very own Fiona, who she looks like besides an egg salad I have no clue, never seen a pic of her. I haven't heard from her since she got her chicken feathers ruffled by me in an earlier exchange between her and EVERYONE on the blog, so me punishment is that she is refraining from commenting. Probably best. Enjoy your salad while you read the blog, Fifi!
I am enjoying Hughes, though. He is a newbie to the blog, but always throws in a wee bit of intellect in his comments that makes the blog look elevated. I appreciate that.
Then there is Tom, who, besides yourself, R. Linda, is my most devoted blog commenter. He is a chivalrous one, he be, and I, for one, enjoy his comments and feedback. I am happy that a newlywed finds the time to read the old blog and get a chuckle out of it.
Gillette comes and goes like the pixie she is. I'd love to introduce her to all me blog commenters, including our Boston Patrick. She's the one for him and vice versa. So Gillette, if you read this, let me know if you're coming to Boston from the Emerald Isle, and I'll set ya up.
And Dewdropper, Fiona's nemesis, it seems. She shows up for the show late, but always has a lot of comparisons between her boys and mine. She reminds me of what I have to look forward to as they get older. Good to be forewarned.
Irish Rogue, our resident psychiatrist (I only found out about that this year), always analysing and in some cases getting me Irish up, be another of me transient followers and THAT'S a good thing. Too much psychoanalysis and he might have me committed!
Miss Maggie comes and goes as well. She'll always be the pretty woman on the train, no matter what she comments on.
Me cousin Sean (me real-life cousin and a pain in me arse) can be the same with some of his comments. But I love him anyway; just wish he'd move out of me driveway.
I don't know the rest of the followers hardly or not at all, a couple I do, but they don't comment enough to be singled out. But last but certainly not least, you me MUSE, the source of me inspiration and too many blog stories to count! (Well, we have counted 925.) This blog would not exist without you. You are, by far, the funniest commenter and the one who keeps me honest. When you're not around, the blog goes to cobwebs, which you then complain about. You keep me challenged more than anyone, and when you aren't around, I feel lost. To think I met you in a chatroom many, many moons ago, and we have always been fast and steady friends throughout the years. I hope that continues for many more to come.
I will put me musings away for a hot summer day and hope everyone be okay with what I said about them. If not, as me Muse would say, "Too bad!"
Gabe
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Story #925
R. Linda:
It has come to my attention that not only is this the hottest summer in England, but also in New England. I can get nothing done in this heat and have lazed away most of the summer. The garden, which held such promise, is overrun by weeds because 1. it rained and they grew like... well, weeds, 2. it was too hot to weed the weeds, and 3. the lawn mower broke, so no mowing in between the beds, so the weeds have overrun the garden.
As I was lazing around, Mam asked me about the blog followers. Do I know them, or do I not? I told her I knew a few, but not all of them. That got us into a conversation, what did I think of this one or that one? What were me wonderings about them? I decided to write about the more frequent commenters to while away the time and avoid being accused by you of not posting a new story. Well, this isn't a new story, but rather musings, if you will.
I noticed Weasil has not been by this summer, probably because he is on Big Brother, telling everyone his name is Tyler and doing a mean American accent to boot. I hope he stays in the house until the end, so my summer is Weasil-Free.
I also noticed the movie star, Wolfie, sporadically commenting on the blog, which tells me he must be away filming in Cornwall for the next instalment of Poldark. Still, when he isn't busy playing Ross Poldark, he finds time to leave a comment on the old blog. Which I appreciate because we need at least one person with perfect hair.
That other famous face, Captain Jack, must be hard at work watching Johnny Depp go from a wee bit pudgy to an emaciated bald person and wondering what he should do. A quandary for sure there, Jack, LOL.
Then there be our very own Fiona, who she looks like besides an egg salad I have no clue, never seen a pic of her. I haven't heard from her since she got her chicken feathers ruffled by me in an earlier exchange between her and EVERYONE on the blog, so me punishment is that she is refraining from commenting. Probably best. Enjoy your salad while you read the blog, Fifi!
I am enjoying Hughes, though. He is a newbie to the blog, but always throws in a wee bit of intellect in his comments that makes the blog look elevated. I appreciate that.
Then there is Tom, who, besides yourself, R. Linda, is my most devoted blog commenter. He is a chivalrous one, he be, and I, for one, enjoy his comments and feedback. I am happy that a newlywed finds the time to read the old blog and get a chuckle out of it.
Gillette comes and goes like the pixie she is. I'd love to introduce her to all me blog commenters, including our Boston Patrick. She's the one for him and vice versa. So Gillette, if you read this, let me know if you're coming to Boston from the Emerald Isle, and I'll set ya up.
And Dewdropper, Fiona's nemesis, it seems. She shows up for the show late, but always has a lot of comparisons between her boys and mine. She reminds me of what I have to look forward to as they get older. Good to be forewarned.
Irish Rogue, our resident psychiatrist (I only found out about that this year), always analysing and in some cases getting me Irish up, be another of me transient followers and THAT'S a good thing. Too much psychoanalysis and he might have me committed!
Miss Maggie comes and goes as well. She'll always be the pretty woman on the train, no matter what she comments on.
Me cousin Sean (me real-life cousin and a pain in me arse) can be the same with some of his comments. But I love him anyway; just wish he'd move out of me driveway.
I don't know the rest of the followers hardly or not at all, a couple I do, but they don't comment enough to be singled out. But last but certainly not least, you me MUSE, the source of me inspiration and too many blog stories to count! (Well, we have counted 925.) This blog would not exist without you. You are, by far, the funniest commenter and the one who keeps me honest. When you're not around, the blog goes to cobwebs, which you then complain about. You keep me challenged more than anyone, and when you aren't around, I feel lost. To think I met you in a chatroom many, many moons ago, and we have always been fast and steady friends throughout the years. I hope that continues for many more to come.
I will put me musings away for a hot summer day and hope everyone be okay with what I said about them. If not, as me Muse would say, "Too bad!"
Gabe
Copyright © 2018 All rights reserved
ROFLMAO Ahhh Gabe, you know me so well! Don't like what you say? Don't read it! 99 percent of the stories crack me up. And I know if there's food in it,it'll be good. If there's choccie in it HEA EN thank you very much!
ReplyDelete99%? What? What? LOL
DeleteImagine my shock to be included on your list! Made my day in so many ways. Though you put pressure on me to be "intellectual" and I never thought of myself in those terms, I will try my best to live up to that. LOL
ReplyDeleteAwww
ReplyDeleteLOL that says a lot. The good hair is all for your muse. I realise if it weren't for her my good hair wouldn't have any following.
ReplyDeleteI think it would and the fact you're the image of Poldark. Or, vice versa
DeleteHe is the image of me. I came first. Now can we stop with the Poldark references please?
DeleteLOL I am the picture of devotion! Loyal to the bone. Thanks for the honourable mention.
ReplyDeleteIf good hair man ever went bald,SIGH. LMAO just kidding bald is good
ReplyDeleteForewarned? Nothing but good coming your way Gabe lol. Guess what? Something that will happen to you one day god wilking. I am expecting my first grandchild and I be over the moon!
ReplyDeleteCongrats!
DeleteThat's wonderful news grandma! LOL
DeleteLol. Shut up grandpa! Oh and by the way. It's Glam Ma. Um hum
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