Happy Volverin' Day Plus Three, Bud Sweet-heart!!!

Funny, I wuz plannin' on comin' here ta kinfess ta hearin' an inner voice a fore I wrote 'at, a warnin' me, "Wilma Dean, ar ya real sure ya wanna be sayin' ya aint deservin a *nuthin*'?" 'Cuz if'n truth be tole, I tole it ta shush 'n went 'head 'n said it anyhoo...ah mean, I couldn' very well say I *wuz*, 'cuz I dint feel 'at either! 'N now look, as only you kin, ya make it perfecto!! Wer both undeservin' 'n deservin'!! 'N 'ats jest the way o'thangs, the way they should be. 'N e'en tho' yer cuter 'an a sackfulla puppies when yer lecturin', Bud darlin', I know better now 'an ta not listen ta my own inner teach!! Next time I hear it, I'll at least have a chat first!

I kint tell ya how much I'm lookin' ferwerd ta gittin' ta know ya better, baby, now 'at I know how alikes we are in s'many ways, what wit' all our 'steamin's 'n steamin's - 'n spoilin's! Sure makes me feel like I kin jest be myself, 'n let my curls down 'round ya. No end ta th'discoverin's, I'll wager! God willin' 'n the creek doan rise, we'll have us the time ta uncover 'em, too. Don'tchu worry none 'bout no blood pressurin's er jaunty problema - thar's nuttin' a li'l Deanie lovin' caint cure!!

Thank ya BuddE, fer 'at sweet li'l lullaby, I slept jest like a baby! Fer yer Saturday, a li'l Tiom-tom-kin warm up fer ya, darlin'...

Thee I love more 'an the meadow s'green 'n still
More'n the mulberries on the hill
More'n the buds on the May apple tree, I love thee
Arms have I, soft as the dove, for this occasion
Lips have I, to kiss thee, too, in friendly persuasion
Thee is mine, tho' I doan know many words o'praise
Thee pleasures me inna hunnerd ways
Put on yer jacket, yer cap, 'n yer gloves
'N come wit' me,

XOXOXOXO
fer thee I love,
Deanie