Tayke THAT, stoopid bug! Wa-heyy!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no, but they did play on Saterday and win, so they're probly restin up arfter the shok!
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes- Daddy bort mor PANTS!!! An then me an Sam an Grayum had a grayte inorgeral frolick.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 got Mummy AGEN!/10
• Day Score: 7.2160003/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I've bin doin a bit ov carfterin cos Mummy's bin feelin a bit bloo. Normally bloo is an grayte culler, but not to be it.

So I hav had to stay in, an put to yewss an old motto that I pikt up from sumwhare. I'm not shor whare. It was just lyin arownd sumwhare. An I pikt it up. Heer it is:

"Wise is the Bear hoo finds joy in littol things, for he shall always be happy."

An, bein as I am a Wise Bear, this must upply to me! So off I went, rownd the howse, looking for littol things to be joyful abowt.

An I fownd 3:

1. Ferst, I overherd Daddy say the new washeen masheen will finerly com tomorro, so I happily handid owt Pant Party invitayshuns to all the uther Bears!
2. Sekund, I fownd a choklit peanut in the pokkit ov my hoodie. I'd fergotten all abowt that wun! It waz all diffrent-shayped, yu kno, like wen yor choklit melts an moovs arownd an then sets in its new place. It waz a bit fuzzy, too, but this jus mayde it intrestin.
3. Larst but DEFNITLY NOT leest, Daddy killd a moskeetto. Hehehee. Wat's so grayte abowt that, yu arsk? Well, it waz the WAY he did it. It waz buzzing rownd in the barthroom wen Daddy waz havin a wee ,wich mayde him rarther nervoss, akchewly. (Gosh, that's kwite BRAYVE, issent it? Gettin yor doobry-watnot owt wen thare's a mokeetto in the visinity?) An just as he waz thinkin, "Oh dear, i need to be kwik- I'm in daynger heer." an "Wen is this goin to stop?" down the littol beggar flew an sat himself down IN the toylet! HAHAHA! An Daddy sed (he sed ALL ov this, ok? I meen, I waasent in thare wiv him) that he yewsd him for targit praktiss!!! HAHAHAHA!

Now, I want yu to do 2 things.

Ferst, I want yu to look owt for littol sumthings that mayke yu larff, or say, "Oh goody!", an then tell us all abowt them, heer, or on yor blog.

Secund, nex time yu see a pesky moskeetto, I want yu to remember how Daddy delt wiv it.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bye fer now!

(Sorry no piccies, blogger playin up. An it taint personal, no matter WAT Dilly rites on her blog abowt it.)

(Hehehee Mummy jus sed, it's a good job thare WERNT eny fotoes! HAHAHA!)