It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day:
Here’s my earlier post, reworked Pirate style:
“t’s early, that’s for damn aye. Too early t’ be up cleanin’…which obviously I’m not doin’ since I’m bloggin’. I can has procrastinashun. Last night, after a full day o’ dustin’, cleanin’, sneezin’ and watchin’ 2 movies (oops, I accidentally sat down with t’ TV on…that’ll show me!) I went t’ what crawled out o’ t’ bung hole with me bucko Andrea. It was nice t’ just sit and chill…and sneeze. Damn those dusty blinds! where’s me claritin?
Now this mornin’ I have t’ finish vacuumin’ t’ cat hair out o’ t’ air and off t’ furniture, mop t’ floor and hit t’ road. Fishdog was up all night workin’ (I don’t know if gettin’ this new Powerbook was such a good idea now) so he was comin’ t’ bed as I was makin’ coffee. He’s gonna get up when t’ sun comes up, mow and clean t’ carport. Then we should be ready for this weekend’s open house.
We have t’ go aft t’ Little Rock today because Ian’s first cross-country meet be this afternoon. It won’t be thrillin’ t’ sit at t’ finish line and wait, but it be thrillin’ that Ian be runnin’. I hope he sticks it out. Anyway, I think I’ve procrastinated enough. Must. Clean. (after another cup o’ coffee, o’ course…)”