If 'ere wuz herd an encouragin' word!!

Awwwwwww, darlin', I'm right sorry I weren't here fer ya, ta hole yer hand durin' 'at nasty funk. Readin' 'bout it near broke my heart. But I'm mighty proud a the way ya bounced back on yer own, like the true champeen, right stuffin' ya are!!! Dang, my timin's lousy!!! Please forgive me fer bein' AWOL withoutcha, darlin'.

But, I'm glad ya wuz yerself 'n let yer hair down. Ya kin always tell me 'xactly what's on yer mind 'cuz 'ats the beauty a my bein' yer true 'n blue BuddE boy. An' I wanna tell ya how right I am fer a tellin'ya not ta worry 'bout thangs, 'cuz frankly darlin', ya ain't gotta single lil'thang ta worry 'bout whar this ol'Bud's concerned. Even while I wuz AWOL, you wuz foremost in my thoughts. My heart beats fer ya darin'. As always, ya silly thang you.

First a all, 'bout 'at Santa fella...I wuz jest a usin' him as one a them pettifours, figger a speech thangs, like ya smarty pants ya figgered out all on yer own. Ya doan haveta wait 'til Christmas ta be a volverin' with this ol'coot 'an it's true 'at every day's been Christmas fer me since I made the great discovery 'at ya wuz actually a livin' an' a breathin' too in this fine, crazy ol'world, along with me. Funny, how sweet the air turned jest with a knowin' 'at wunnerful thang.

Darlin', jest say the word an'I'll show ya a thang 'er two in the volverin' department. I'da volvered on my own ages ago, but I'm so much like you it's scary ta me sometimes. When ya talk 'bout fighten' with yer fears, 'n strugglin' with hope 'n bein' disheartened, sad, looney 'n kinfused, well, ya musta borrowed a page er two outta yer BuddE's book. Frankly, I kint tell ya how relieved I am ta hear ya finally tore up 'at ol'restrainin' order, 'cuz I wuz never sure if'n I'd be greeted with open arms er police battons. Seems I suffer from poor self-asteam, darlin', who'd a thunk it!? 'An doan fergit, I'm real shy, perish the thought.

I'm horryfied ta hear 'bout them skuzzy cab rides, at prunefaced desk-clark 'n the clean-up crew ya've had ta endure jest ta be a meetin' me 'at our cozy Room 8 rendez-vous. How thoughtless a me ta put ya through all that. See, it's all my fault 'n like a man, I takes full responsibilies fer a knockin' yer tender miss sensibilities. I shoulda known ya t'werent made fer any kinda sordid lil'affair as 'tractive as it may a seemed ta me, when I wuz kinda drunk 'n outta my right mind a course! Sober, I realize yer much too ol'fashioned 'n prim 'n proper fer any kinda hanky-panky no matter how clean 'n starched the hanky. 'Cuze me fer fantazin' long those lines, darlin', I'm only humink 'n ya know how us men kin be.

'N doan ya 'ere worry 'bout that "soil dove" nonsensical business, 'cuz frankly I ain't no saint myself 'n never been one ta judge others. We all got our crosses ta bear, 'ats my philosophy. 'Sides, don'tcha know, sweet-heart, ya nere kin do anythang wrong in my eyes!? 'Cuz when I give my heart at's it 'n darlin' guessin' 'at means not only 'at's it but yer IT!!!!

Jest wantcha ta know today's the day fer our volverin', which means 'at any day after today is over-time in the volverin' department. So, Happy Volverin' Day!!! 'At's right, yer Bud's on-call, on volverin' stand-by. Ya jest say the word, crook yer finger, whistle, call, morse code, hawg hollar, 'n I'll come a runnin'....'Cuz like I bean sayin' all along, baby, 'at's it 'n yer IT!!!!

Hole me close
Ya turn nighttime inna day
'N yer the most
Brightest star 'at lights my way

So come home ta me now
'Cause it won't matter anyhow
I've got this feelin' 'at today's the day
I've got this feelin' today's the day

Today's the Day - America

XO
Yer,
Bud