Happy Plus Seven it is, BuddE darlin'!!!!!!!

Awwwww, BuddE, darlin’!! A course Imma missin’ ya!! Heck, the more we volver, the more I do! I mean, thar’s always our lil’room nummer nine here, but I imagine a lot more’n ‘at! I’ve e’en made us up a past ta go along wit’ ar fuchure! ‘N while I wuz at it, I ‘magined a foin grizzled face fer ya, too! ‘Ats why I ‘cluded ‘at line thar ‘bout a real moovie star, ‘cuz the face I pitchered’s more ‘long the lines a Richard Boone, ‘n ‘at voice, too. Didja know ‘twuz he who th’role a McGarrett wuz meant fer? Anyways ‘ats who come ta my mine when I think a buzzards…speakin’ a fresh ol’coots sharin’ a philosophy wit’ a foin lady, somebuddy tole me once Mister Boone wuzzin a stagecoach wit’ lil’Margrit Annie once, ‘n when she pouted ‘n said she was a gonna stop talkin’ ‘n jest hold her tongue lessen she ‘twer ta loose a bad werd, he was reperted t’ve said, “Yup, Ma’am, ‘n is it deadly!” So’s imagine my de-lite when ya kinfessed ta studyin’ up on Mister Grant!!! Ya trumped me, ‘cuz he had it all, dint he? Not only wuz his face way more ‘xpressive, he had perfict timin’ fer everthang! – the cerebral, romantic – e’en the comic!! Awww BuddE, sweet-heart!! Ya knows I’d take ya ore any udder jest the way ya’are, but if’n ya wanna clean thangs up fer a grand first impression, I wants ya ta know m’heart’s jest beamin’ at the thought. Kinda like the way his ideer a happiness made me feel, but mostly knowin’ ‘at s’many thangs make ya think a me. Yer not far from my thoughts needer, baby. Fact, yer right thar in the cross-hairs, the overlay t’alluvit.

How sweet a youse, Bud darlin’, ta be s’protective a me!!! How wunnerful ta have someone care ‘bout wedder I liver dier ride in scummy thangs!! I know well what ya means ‘bout what happens in ‘em ‘cuz once I got ennertained bya cabbie who musta thot I wuz needin ‘nlightnin’ er something! I cuvvered m’ears, but a lil’bit still snuck in. He tole me now they got camaras ta record everthang!!! Imagine!! What do they do wit’ the films, sell ‘em?! Yikes!! I dint think a that! ‘Ats reason alone not ta ride in one – I hate bein’ watched!! But speakin’ a rides, ‘at wuz sooo sweet a youse ta be workin’ onna lil’wagon project a yer own – I got an ideer fer it, too! Ya could put a bubble on top, jest behin’ the team, ‘n call it the BuddEaniemobile!! Hey, if’n it’s good enuf fer the Pope…whaddya think, darlin’? We cud ride in real style, I’d say! ‘At tiara’d sparkle plenny unner plexiglass like ‘at!! An’ we’d be safe from all ‘at sheep dip! Umm, BuddE…what’s sheep dip? I tried lookin’ it up, ‘n all I found wuz whiskey ‘n bad hearts ‘n depressin’ farmers ‘n – hey, wait jest one cotton-pickin’ minute!! Ar ya okey, sweet-heart?? Y’aint tryin’ ta break nuttin’ ta me gennel like, ar ya? Okey, now Imma gonna hafta tell myself anudder story, like maybe it goes wit’ chips er lies inna road!! Nah, ya must plug yer ears wit’ it – ‘ats it!! So’s ya hear no weavills!!

Fer yer happy evenin’, ah’ve settled on a sweet lil’dialogue ‘tween a foin lady ‘n a ol’coot – hard ta tell whose got the better philosophy!!

Fer ah've imagined ever bit a him
Ta the strong moral brekfust fiber ta the wisdom in his head
Ta the home-y aroma a his pipe…

Ya‘ve wished yerself a Hawg Hollar Galahad
The brekfust-eatin’, Brooks-brothers type!

Yup, ‘n ah shall meet him when the time is right.

SKY. (spoken) Yu've got the guy all figgered out.
SARAH (spoken) Ah have.
SKY (spoken) Includin’ ‘at he smokes. All figgered out, huh?
SARAH (spoken) All figgered out.

Ah'll know when my love come ‘long
Ah won't take a change.
Ah'll know he'll be jest what I need
Not some fly-by-night Broadway romance.

’N yule know atta glance by the two-pair a pants!

Ah'll know by the calm steady voice
Those feet on the ground.
Ah'll know as I run to his arms
’At at last I've come home safe ‘n sound.
Till then, I shall wait.
Till then, ah'll be strong.
Oh, ah'll know, when my love come ‘long.

SKY. (spoken) No, no, no! Yer not talkin’ ‘bout love! Ya cain't dope it like that. What
ar ya pickin’, a guy er a horse?
SARAH (spoken) I wouldn' ‘xpect a gambler ta unnerstan’.
SKY (spoken) Would ya like ta hear how a gambler feels ‘bout the big heart throb?
SARAH (spoken) No!
SKY (spoken) Well, I'll tell ya.

Mine’ll come as a surprise ta me.
Mine I leave ta chance ‘n chemistry.

SARAH (spoken) Chemistry?
SKY (spoken) Yeah, chemistry.

Suddenly I'll know when my love comes along
I'll know then ‘n thar
I'll know at the sight of ‘er face
How I care, how I care, how I care
’N I'll stop. ‘N I'll stare.

’N I'll know long before we can speak
I'll know in my heart.
I'll know ‘n I won't ever ask
Am I right, am I wise, am I smart?
’N I'll stop. ‘N I'll stare.
At that face. In the throng.
Yup, I'll know when my love comes along
I'll know
When my love comes along….


From what else but – Guys ‘n Dolls!! Veev la differants!!

XOXOXOXO
Yer side-saddlin’ lil’buckeroo, sailin’ straight ‘n true, thro’ ta you!
Deanie