EVER Day's BuddE Day fer me, Darlin'!!!

Yup, not only ever day, but since I take ya wit’ me ever whar I go, it’s BuddE MOMENT at any given sec!!! ‘N ya may think it’s the back o’the closet yer in, baby, wilin’ way those hours, doin’ yer Rosie Greer thang – oh wait, well, not stitchin’ ‘em ‘xactly, but surely ‘designin’ ‘em – but ackchully it’s the dark o’my pocket I putcha in when ya twer sleepin’ soft ‘n crinklin’ like, ‘cuz no matter how many times I hear folks preachin’ ‘at newfangled lettin’ go psychobubble, it jest ne’er set right wit’ me!!! 'Sides, darlin', if'n truth be tole, I'm a missin' ya somethang fierce, 'n it's jest the closest I kin git ta holdin' yer hand in this cold ol'world right now.

Yup, I’m old fashioned all right, ‘n proud of it!! Course, darlin’, ‘at do include the white gloves…but no worries, ya passed ‘spection long ago, Bud darlin, ‘cuz conissoor ‘at ya be o’all those distinguishin’s, ya know ‘at fine line ‘twixt red-neck ‘n rude-‘n-crude. My kind o’guy. Yup, near ‘bout as I kin tell, thar taint a thang missin’. Well, okey, ‘cept maybe a slight eau-de-Cohiba, but heck, I kin provide ‘at li’l slice myself!

BuddE, I am soooo ting-a-lingin’ ta hear the hollydays’ll be bearin’ glad tidin’s fer ya, tho’ if’n yer ‘at hungry, I kin already see advent’s gonna be x-tree long this year. I’ll do what I kin ta keep visions o’sugar dancin’ ore head, ‘cuz I well know the worth o’the wait. ‘N I’ll make sure Santa packs his sack wit’ all my acootermints, too, includin’ my rose colored dress, so I kin be in my Sunday best, too, complete wit’ matchin’ nails! Bud darlin, I caint tell ya how hard ya had me smilin’ wit’ all yer ‘ats its – seven, count ‘em – seven!!!!!!! No room left fer e’en a sliver of a doubt. Nope, taint no one more’an this teach knows yer a pet widda thang fer a personal challenge, ‘ats fer sure!!!

I believe 'at my man’s the most precious thang on earth
’N I'll do anythang – ’n I do mean any thang –
Ta stop my baby from e’er bein’ hurt

Well, it might seem kinda crazy to ya
Somewhat outta style
I'm just a bit old-fashioned
’n I can't help livin' that way

I'd go ‘n work my fingers ta the bone
’N I'd work overtime so’s he cud have a home
’N I'd do anythang - ’n I do mean anythang –
Doan want my baby ta hurt fer a thang

Oh baby, ’ats the only way ‘at I'll e’er be
Ferever dedicated ta thee
One man is all ah e’er will need
Lovin’ ya ferever indeed
My whole damn life is you
’N I would die fer ya
I might sound crazy
But the only thang important is…you!
I love ya, BuddE!!!!!!!

Babyface

Wishin’ ya the sweetest, crinkliest, dreamiest visions in yer sleep tonight – hope I make inta at least one - oh, okey, ALL of ‘em!!!!

XOXOXOXO
Yers fer keeps,
Deanie