Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. I even missed the Battle of the Bands.
I poked myself in the eye. In bed. That's all you need to know.
Yes, it hurts. Quit asking.
Anypooh, I read online today that the deciders of all things regarding my favorite British bear have decisioned that a new Pooh book will be published, not written by Christopher Robin's father because A. A. Milne is dead, as is Christopher Robin.
Winnie-the-Pooh's new friend is a
little guy wearing a tuxedo.
My new friend hangs around my backdoor at night. His name is
Damn! I'm creative.
Sometimes a dog notices him and attempts to sniff his butt. Unable to find a toad's butt, the dog runs to the yard to sniff its own butt. Mr. Toad hops deeper into the darkness.
He's not pretty, but he's mine and I love him.
I'll try to visit and blog more. I promise. It will help when I can see out of my left eye.
I know inquiring minds want to know, but bugger off.
Infinities of love,