Booming Banter

It’s back to school time and this is a good occasion to underline why I intend to focus phenomenal funds on education.

I can only say that the old 3R principals of reading and writing and arithmetic must be given renewed emphasis.

When I see what is going on around me it makes me shudder.

It is enough to make me faint.

Let us raise the bar on back to basics and the salaries of our educators too!!!

Blessing#1802-Teachers

Precious Peeps it’s Pits Perfect!

I got into a little hot water with Granny yesterday.

See Dad had stripped his bed and done his laundry but got hung up on other things and forgot to make it so we were coverless on Sunday night. It was stinking hot so we didn’t need them anyway.

So when he left for work bright and early Monday morning I decided to have a little fun shredding.

When Granny came to get me for brekkie and our walk she was not best pleased.

Further, when she had to remove some of the materials I had ingested that got stuck in my butt she was fuming.

Auntie Denise took my side and said her dogs did worse in the past.

Still Granny huffed for a while and put her beloved Grumpy Gizzard on guard duty to make sure I didn’t go back upstairs to eat any other items of bedding or furniture.

I was contrite and she eventually came around and let me clean the kitchen floor which is always the yummiest assignment!I’m perfectly designed for this just like a swifter!

Blessing#1801-Licker Upper

I am accustomed to watching a Netflix movie on Sunday if there is nothing new on PBS. There are only so many repeats of All Creatures Great and Small that a dog can take.

So I was not surprised when Ma fell on The Popes Exorcist and made us all settle down and watch. The bro pretended he wasn’t that interested or scared but he was. I tried to distract him!

I take it all with a pinch of salt or a sprinkle of holy water.

Worse was to come though.

Once the movie was over we had to endure The Real Story.

Now I’m a fan of Anderson Cooper he’s a good guy and has dogs but I am sick to the back teeth of listening about the front runner for the Republican nomination.

It’s worse than any horror movie.

Be in prayer that the new season of All Creatures starts next week! In the meantime I’ll keep doing the air cycling.

Blessing#1800-Distractions

Precious Peeps It’s Pits Perfect here to make your Sunday swing.

For want of something better to discuss I thought I’d support the squirrel and focus on food since it’s my passion.

I’m always looking for ideas for Granny to work on for the tearoom.

She’d be sure to fluff these up so we’d all get lots of practice pieces as snacks.

She’d also probably drop a lot of lickables on the floor.

So if you frequent her parlor please post that you have had enough of sconce and shortbread and want a ladybird or a shoes to chew on instead.

Right up my street those yum yums!!!!

Blessing#1799-Pipe Dreams

It’s a pity Rodin is dead because at some point in the near future I’m going to need a great sculptor.

As presidents can only run for two terms, at least that the current law, I’m going to start looking around already. If you know any gifted grafters gimme a buzz.

I’m not anticipating at this point I’ll be on Mount Rushmore but heck why not.

Don’t you think it’s missing something?

No home is complete without a canine.

I’d fit right in in that bare but if boulder beside George.

Blessing#1798-Stonework.

I’m exhausted. Casey Jones came past at 3:00 this morning and then his nephew rolled in at 5:30.

He’s taught the young one well because he tooted till 5:45. I kid you not.

No chance of getting back to sleep after that. Ma was up and raring to go.

I gave her my best “would you just relax and snooze a little” look but nothing doing.

So tired as I was I complied and stretched and got up and out and dictated my message

I’ll be busy all day being as cool as I can practicing poses for Presidential purposes.

The debates are coming soon so I better pretend to be cultured. I’m not sure as an Independent I need to participate in these muck slinging events.

In any case all the competitors are at each others throats or as they’d say in Ireland “cutting the tripe out of each other”

Their process of elimination is so effective I’m sure in no time they’ll all be pledging their allegiance to the selected candidate and forgetting all they said in the run ups!!!!

Blessing#1797-Early Birds

Yesterday Ma said to me “you must forgive me if I’ve told you this before Scoob but I remember exactly what I did 46 years ago!

I got on a motorbike a blue Honda 400-4 at seven in the morning and my boyfriend took us to Sligo.

We went clean across country. From the Irish Sea to the Atlantic Ocean. Ireland is small.

We enjoyed the little roads and had a good dinner and then came home. Our leather jackets were covered in dead flies!!!

We got into my house around 10:30 and made some coffee and turned on the TV.

About ten minutes later programs were interrupted to tell us that Elvis had died.

We woke up your Grandpa and Granny and we all sat and watched the news. Granny cried.

It’s funny you can remember every detail of those days when things like that happen.

That you’d had liver and bacon for dinner and that you all had tea after the news with custard creams because everyone was in need of a little comfort that the King was gone.

Blessing#1796-Memories

There is no doubt that I have great affinity with my Mother.

The reason is abundantly clear.

Our genes are deeply imbedded in a small island on the other side of the Atlantic that is renowned for being green.

Yesterday it felt so like home.

Showers on and off all day and cool enough for a sweater.

One thing that makes me think I’m not purebred is that I’m not a fan of rain.

Sure makes the grass grow great!

Blessing#1795-Dry Inside

You know only too well that the Princess is partial to roadkill and forage.

The consequences can be particularly odorous after she has eaten dinner and is relaxing in front of the TV. Maybe she has a rumen!!!!!

It must be underlined that she may not be solely responsible for stink attacks!

There are certain persons who partake of large quantities of kale and eggs at lunch not to mention garlic pickles on their curry who can emit environmental pollutants in keeping with the Princess power.

It’s not Dad or the Bro although they are often accused!

Go figure why women always ask for perfume at Christmas!

Blessing#1794- Scapegoats

Sometimes on a Sunday PBS does specials. Last night it was Andre Rieu in Venice.

He’s coming to Columbus with his big show so Ma was keen to see if it was worthwhile forking our the $150 for a ticket or not.

It was all very colorful and upbeat.

The bro gave his verdict that he would not be accompanying her by adjourning to his quarters to watch Netflix.

Dad endured the entirety but did utter the decisive words “is that still the same thing”!

Conclusion?

There is only so much waltzing a body can take even if your a Princess!

Blessing#1793-Saved By the Bell!