Lessen' an hour, Deanie darlin', fer day 7!!!!

Yup, almost 7 whole volverin' days 'n I wouldn't trade'm fer all the tea in Chiner, fer all the hooch in Elmo's back room, fer alla Clover's pasturized latte specials!!! I'm right sorry if'n yer day wuz lessen perfecto on accounta I t'weren't thar, tho' I gotta admit I'm real flattered 'n touched 'n pleased as punch yer missin' yer ol'coot, turkey buzzard. Who'da thunk sucha foin, foin, pearly sweet lady such as yerself would aquare sucha a taste fer an ol'redneck like me?! Tell me the truth, darlin', do I taste like chicken?! Haha, lil'joke!! Boy o boy, I always knew that the good Lord worked in mistereous ways, but guess I dint know the half o'it!!! Well, if'n I've growd on ya half as much as ya've growd on me, well, then I'mma unnderstannan 'xactly whatcha mean, cuz I'mma missin' ya somethang fierce myself, lil'missy.

Gotta confess, I bin tryin' ta clean up my act jest fer ya, 'n tryin' ta be a whole lot more deboneair. I've actually been readin'up on none other than Cary Grant 'cuz I figger he 'pitamized good manners 'n ellygantz 'n swauve bonaire, even tho' he wuz jest a cock-knee tailor's son. I always admire a man who kin pull hisself up from the gutter. Heaven knows I've woken up in more'n a few of'em 'n hadda truck myself home. Anyways, Mister Grant did a whole lot 'n saw a whole lot 'n travelled a whole lot 'n made a whole lotta money back when a dollah wuzza dollah 'n ya know what he said his ideer a happiness wuz? Get this, Wilma Dean: Jest ta be in California with the one he loved....Awwwww, now ain't that sweet? Made me thinka you, sweetie. 'Course it don't haveta be California 'n goodness knows Hawg Hollar here's a fur cry from Hollywood, but still I thoughta youse. I dunno, jest somethang 'bout the sweetness o'sucha simple sediment comin'from sucha fancy man. Jest made me think a youse.
'Course jest 'bout everythang makes me think a youse, baby. Let's jest add this ta the pile!!!

My o'my, darlin', ya sure takes a lotta cab rides!!! 'Fraid 'ats gonna haveta stop oncet I git a hole a youse. Doan mean ta git all bossy 'n run yer life, but I've got sum frens inna cabbie business. I hear thar stories 'n frankly I wouldn't be caught dead in one of'em. 'Course a lotta people ARE caught dead in um!!! Have ya any ideer what the mortality rates r fer cab rides!? 'Ats right, cabs are fer people busy dyin' er havin' babies er doin' alotta real disgusin'filty preverted thangs thar inna back 'at don't bar repeatin' in polite company. Let's jest say thar ain't enuff sheep-dip, darlin'!!! Didja know atta lady kin get herself preggars or worse, jest from a ridin' inna onna them thar de-gustin' cabs!?

'Ats right, cabs jest ain't good 'nuff fer ya, princess. 'Member, sweet-heart, yer soiled dove days 'er over!!! So's yull be happy t'heer 'at I plan ta hitch up the team ta the wagon 'n takes ya wharevers ya wanna go. Now, ol'Mr. Grant, he wuz mighty partial to 'em Roys Rices so I'm gittin'ta work on 'at lil'project too. Ether way, noone'll be a messin' with us, with me at the reins, ol'fren Elmo a ridin' shotgun 'n you, wavin' ta the crowd like Paris Hilton anna Queen o'England all rolled inna one. Oh, remind me ta git ya 'at tiara, ta match yer gloves 'n pearls!!! Anyways, thanky kinely fer wishin' me a good nite 'n sweet dreams, darlin'. The same ta youse!!!

My baby's boat's a silver moon
A Sailin' ore the sky
Baby's fishin' fer a dream
Fishin' near and far
Her line's a silver moonbeam
Her bait a silver star
Sardeanies'd work a whole lot better!!!
Sail baby, sail out 'cross the sea
Only don't fergit ta sail right back ta me

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Love ya and have a good nite!!!
Yer,
Bud