Chegh eed oud, man!

I yab Email: yesyesyesyesyesyes! I mean Sisisisisisisisi!

Eed's over there arn the righd onder my peec.

Now whad the forgh: When I yam addeen' peecs to the sidebar they ge' stretched oud! They use'sue be fine! Now they ged stretched. You see the peec ob me sleepeen' een the snow? Stretcha! Chrees has same prarblem arn hees blarg.

Technologia. Sometimes I yave forr for brains an' cannard theenk. I theenk I need a nab.

Goo'nighd.

Whoops, I Deed Eed Again...

How can I reseest, I as' you: how, how? Como??? I ged arn the chair, poosh Netfleex frarm the table, eed floats down sarftly, I catch eed een my paws, an'....reep. Reeeeep. REEEEEEEP!

Estorbo!!!!!

An' one minute lader I ged breakfas'.

So easy to train.

So, thees ees thees ebeneen'.

Whad are you doeen'? she asks.

Seetteen', I say.

You are arn my clean-washed crochet [que?] dress whad ees dryeen' een the warma air, ged orf!

No. I say. Eed feels goo'. I yam stayeen.

The En'.

Eed all comes togairther...

Me. Eateen' sardines. Fors' time, ebber. An al fresco, too. Life ees goo'.

Eed's my Pardy...

Oh my gard. A leedle golden mango frarm Chinatown, with papaya een the bag'groun'...porchase' arn the Bowery arn the way to the Brookleen Breedge.

Sonrose ad 6.48am arn our borthday.



I yam embarassed: papaya, creesp pancetta an' warm meelk por breakfas' AFTER pelleds!

My presen's: can ob tuna (Spaneesh); ball ob streen' ( Brookleen); (Greek) 100% fad "Fage" yoghurt; small golden mango (Chinatown, ex Belize) and::: sorprise!!! SARDINES!!!!


My fors sardines, ebber! Thees borthday-sheet ees fantasdeeg, man!

Borthday Peecs!

Thees ees Cothbairt. Cothbairt, you look lighe you gard cojones!

H-h-huwi an' Trebor...

Sollie an' a darg!!! My gard Sollie, you are goodlookeen' and crazee,man. You lorf a DARG? where ees Lennie?

Borthday treads frarm Afreeca! The queso especial por the Cape Town cads, the abocado whad I yab nebber ebber tasted...YOGHURT! an'...beeltarng? Eed looghs lighe rad drarpeen's. Bod whad a peecneec an' candles!

Muchas gracias my new friend an' brorders who are especiallee handsome an' large-boned. Essept maybe for H-h-huwi. Si, ob course you're handsome. Yos nard so large-boned.

My pardee? Eed has nard started yet, man. I yam waiteen' por hor to waghe orp. Maybe I assesst a leedle. I weell pose peecs.

Happy Borthday!

Eemportant Announcemen'

Tomorrow, 4 ob Augus', 2000 an' sebben, ees my BORTHDAY! I weell be eighd. I theenk. Eed ees also the borthday ob H-h-huwi-and-Louis, I mean Trebor. Thad ees why eed ees my borthday. I yam loogheen' forwar' to my Presen's!

Lennie an' Sollie. You are Jewish cads? You are, borders, too? My gard.

Pleease to send peectures to the Wooman: marieyviljoen@yahoo.com. She has eempossible name to say. Porhaps I ged por my borthday email address??? HEENT. HEENT.

The En'.

Gart Meelk?

Eed ees Augus' my frien's...and you know whad thad means! Eed ees my borthday. I theenk. I nebber knew my morder. Or ees thad marthair? Hanyway. H-h-h-h-uwi, eef you are awaghe, an' Trebor weeth the Tail, eef you are my brorders, when ees your borthday, please? I yab nebber had a pardy. I nebber eben gard a feesh. Bod thees Augus', I ,we , weel be torneen eighd. Ocho 8. Do you ged pardy? Maybe icecream? Por my borthday I woul' lighe: a can ob Italian tuna. A tob ob Greek 100% fad "Fage" yoghurt. One golden mango. New Streeng. A feesh. A cashmere blanket. A pelled gon. A canary. A small frien'ly poossee what can maghe massage.

GUESS whad ees onder the onaaseptablee large an' heavy boogh??