Ticonderoga to you too, Deanie Darlin'!!!

Darlin', I apologize a hunnard times ore fer not writin' sooner. It's been a hellava week and I'm still wondrin' where the time flew. Not only was I busy somethang fierce but my 'puter wouldn't connect fer days 'til I had a chat with jest the nicest dad-blame fellar in India somewhars. Boy, they're no kiddin' when they talk 'bout out-sourcin'! Best thang wuz I got some great curry recipes 'n an invite to visit the Taj Mahall with my gal sometime. So pack yer bags, baby! You won't be sari!

I also worried myself sick 'bout not having jest the right, perfect, most tender, suckulent song lyrics fer my lil'Deanie, 'til I realized that ifn' I sent ya all the love-songs 'n all the sweet-prose 'n poems 'n all the passionate story-lines from all the happy-endin'movies from all the theatres from all towns in all the world, they'd all be perfect in their each 'n every particular way. In short Ma'am, please accept my most humble-pie apologies fer makin' ya worry yer sweet lil'head. Ifn' I gave you even the slightest lil'wrinkle from losin' sleep ore this ol' retrobate, I promise ta kiss it 'n make it better 'til it's gone all gone. This ol'varmit can't even begin to tell ya how touched he was to see how faithful ya wuz to keep checkin' on me, 'n worryin' 'n sendin' me such adorable, lovin' stuff. Mercy buckets, Mam'zell, as them Frenchies would say.

Well, yer BuddE's back! Yup, I wuz lost in the pneumbra fer a spell but now I'm found. Amazin', huh?! I sure didn't think it possible but you DID have a better definition for that lost soul mystery word. Surprise surprise, the wonder of ya never ceases!!! It's right kind of you to give me a pass, Teacher, but honorable man that I am, I must insist on flunkin'. 'At's right. I'm a disgrace 'an ya must keep me after class, so's we can be talkin' 'bout a re-test over a candle-lit dinner. 'At's right, yer lips 'n mine to sip the wine. Deanie please, ifn' ya'd do me the honor. 'Course ifn' ya'd let me do you, that'd be an even greater honor!!! Darlin', ya kin ask me all the "soon" questions anytime ya want - Lemme explain, so's everythangs perfectly clear, when I say "soon," or "soon soon," or "soon, soon, soon," I mean a) one day b) a string a days c) a heap a days and d) ferever anna day. In other words, it's e) all of the above and f) My final answer!!!!

Darlin', I jest love the idea of trottin' 'round this ol'globe with ya, but takin' a spin 'round the block sounds 'bout right to me, too. Think a what we'll save on gas!!! Near or far, guess it all depends on with whom ya are!!! Which gits us to the subject of them thar tattoos. Darlin' I'm sorry if I made ya worry or wonder. I was jest funnin' ya 'bout them hussy gals with their painted knuckles. I must confess, I wuz a mite upset 'bout that artist fellar ya met in the 'sylum, referrin' back to our story-line. You know, that psycho sensitive guy with "VAN" and "GOGH" tattooed on his knuckles. Good thang I'm not the insecure, jealous type. It's jest that I know what a prize ya are 'n I know how mens operate, so's a course I'm a mite concerned. Well, what's a core of mystery without a lil'worry' 'n wonderin' - huh??????????

Guess that's another thang we've got in common...I love a good mystery, too!!! I 'specially love a good western, like Zane Gray or Louie L'Amour. I even loves a good romance novel...but only to judge it by its cover. See, I jest check out the hero on the front to see how to puff out a chest, rip up a bodice, slay a hot dragon or carry off a fair maiden while onna rearin' stallion. You know, good role models are so hard to find!!!

'Course deep down, I know how silly it is to be insecure, 'cuz my Deanie....

She's got that itty bitty smile
Makes my heart go wild
And I feel like a puppet on a string
I'd surely walk a mile
Or around the block 'n knock!
Even change my style
In fact, I'd do almost anythang
But I'm just too shy
To give it a try
And there's this long way to bring
My itty bitty heart under control
And give that girl a ring

Yes, that itty bitty girl with that itty bitty smile
Makes my heart go wild
But I just can't find the right place or time
To ask that girl of mine

Well, today at school you know I felt like a fool
When I blew that girl a kiss
Man she never even looked
She just grabbed her books
And she was gone along with my wish
Yeah, my heart was broke and that ain't no joke
'Cause that girl she's such a dish
But my itty bitty smile starts my itty bitty heart
Lovin' that girl again

Now I stayed in my room
But saw doom and gloom
From the pain I tried to hid
There's got to be a way for me to say
What I feel deep down inside
But I fear the pain'll be more o' the same
And I'll never say my time
Cause that itty bitty girl with that itty bitty smile
Is always on my mind

If she only knew what she meant to me
I know for sure that y'all would see
An itty bitty girl with that itty bitty smile
Sittin' right next to me

Moffatt

XO
Yer belated,
Bud