Lissenin' up, Budd Darlin'!!!

Oh BuddE, how I’ve missed ya, Darlin’!!! I do so love hearin’ from ya always ‘n writin’ to ya, too, ‘n ya dunno how it pains me when I kint!! Please doan ever think when I hafta be ‘ways from ya ‘at I’m not writin’ ya an entar novella in my heart!! ‘At I’m not readin’ ‘n re-re-re-readin’ ALL yuv writ me, ‘cuz till I got ya by my side, I ne’er go ANYwhars wit’out ‘em! As ta the why ‘n whar fer, I’ll jest say ‘at when we finally git inta our cozy rainy day closet whar yer keepin’ my shoes so spitnpolished…well let’s jest say yule roll outta it a new man. ‘Cuz, en- er udderwise, even closets ain't immune from lightnin’ strikes!

Now BuddE, yer not gonna believe this, but whilst I wuz ‘ways (‘n by the ways, ‘at aint EVER happnin’ a-gin’ cuz I founna way ‘roun bein’ ‘way!) ‘ats XXXactly what I wuz thinkin’ too!! - ‘n plannin’ on tellin’ ya – how if’n I hadda be stranded on some remote island, it’s you I’d want wit’ me!!!! You, baby, nobuddy but you. Ever-lovin’ You. I dunno quite yer intent in ‘fessin’ yer bad boy philosoppy, baby, er how ta reckonsigh it wit’ no way am I sidesteppin’ wit’ pizza waitresses, but along wit’ udder puzzles, from soiled doves, ta wedder formidable pleasurin’ talents are God-given er ‘quired along the way, ta fine distinctions ‘tween kinds o’loves, fer now I’ll file ‘em unner hunkerin’ down in closet discussin’s. I’m sorry ta hear ‘bout yer upsettin's, darlin’, but ne'er fergit yer all right by me.

Awww BuddE, it’s all I kin do ta keep fromma feelin’ ‘barrassed by all the sweetest thangs ya say, always betterin’ ‘n butterin’ me up the way ya do, the way no one else in this ol’crazy shook up world ever cud do, makin’ me feel like yer true one – must be what made me tear up ‘at ‘strainin’ order! – nope Darlin’, there’ll be no restrainin’, no restin’ neither at the Hawg Heaven diner, once the pedal meets the metal of ‘at ‘pealin’ dinner bell! All ya needa brings an empty belly ‘n full ap’tite ‘cuz this menu’s got it all – from itty bitty bacon bits ta sizzlin’ strippin’s ta carinosa carnitas ta a spirallin’ hams ta the lip-smackin’ down in the hole hawg cumpleat wit’ one sweet red delishuss apple! Yers fer the feastin’! Ne’er leave ‘im hungry’s my motto – in fact, it’s right up thar on ‘at back wall, in good ol’merican red, white ‘n blue cross-stitchin’!!!

‘n BuddE, Sweet-heart!!! Thank ya soooo much fer ‘at giant feragrant love bouquet!! Howdja know thar not only my fave-er-rite flower, but color too!!! Yer right, ya shouldn’ve!! ‘N fer sendin’ me – also – on those li’l rid’lin’ research trips [insert Cheshire grin here.] I love ‘em! Fer ‘at last one, my final answer is Nat’l Fergiveness Day, 1977. Did I git it right? huh? huh? Ya might be innerested ta know ‘at in addition ta all those ‘memorations, I larned they even got a Nat’l HOLLERIN’ Day! Wink-wink. Whaddya think they’ll thinhk of next? Nat’l Hummin’ Day? Hiccuppin’?? Harrumphin’??? Oh, oh, oh ‘n yule ne’er believe this, baby! – if’n ya doan already know ‘at is – in addition ta Peach month, giss what August is? Give up? It’s Nat’l Admit Yer Happy month!!!!! Kin ya believe it? Aint ‘at sumthang? Tailor-made fer us! Well, it may be ‘at month fer them, but fer us, I’d say it’s Admit Yer Happy Year, Decade, Century!!!

Pack up yer troubles ‘n jest git happy
Ya butter chase all yer cares away
Sing Hallelujah, c'mon git happy
Git ready for the volverin’ day

The sun is shinin', c'mon git happy
The Lord is waitin’ to take our hands
Shout Hallelujah, c'mon git happy
We're goin' ta the Promised Land

We're headin' 'cross the river
Gonna wash our sins in the tide
It's all so peaceful
On th’other side

Fergit yer troubles ‘n jest git happy
Ya better chase all yer cares away!
Sing Hallelujah, c'mon git happy
Git ready for the volverin’ day!!

Arlen

Fer me, Darlin’, like ‘at tall crystal vase did fer yer bootiful bouquet – roses ‘n udderwise – at best captures how ya make me feel, near er far from ya, tho’ I hope it’s nearin’ near all the time!

Love ya too, Darlin’!!!
XOXOXOXO
Deanie