As you probably know, I am a very Modest Bee and usually don’t Indulge in a lot of Insufferably Egotistical Bragging about myself, but I have to tell you that I’m incredibly Proud of myself - for a few Reasons - and I’ll tell you why:

First, as you’ll remember from the last time we Visited, I forced myself to indulge a Highly Disciplined Semi-Bi-Daily Exercise Routine so I would bee Prepared for this year’s Leap Year Leaping Festivities. I’m proud to announce that my Efforts mostly paid off and I ended up in 43rd Place which meant that I won a Marginally Magnificent Participation Trophy which I immediately brought back home to my ShoeBox.

When my Partially-Sensory-Impaired Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug, Potato, saw my Magnificent Trophy, she said, “More Clutter? Seriously? You’re bringing more Clutter into this place? You can’t bee Serious.”

“Of course I’m serious,” I told her in a very Serious Tone. “I really had to Exert myself to win this Trophy.”

“Yeah, right,” Potato said, “I watched you ‘Exerting’ yourself beefore the Competition, and if you call spending your days Munching on Honey-Infused Pollen Puffs and watching Re-Runs of your Stories ‘Exerting’ yourself, then yeah, I suppose you Exerted yourself.”

I didn’t think that what Potato had to say about this whole thing was all that Nice, but I did have to Remind myself that one of the things she helps me with is helping me to keep a Firm Grasp on what is probably Reality - and I dunno about you, but there are times these days that it seems as if Reality isn’t what it used to bee, so I’m glad I can Depend on Potato to help me keep my Feet On the Ground, so to speak, except for when I’m flying in which case I keep my Feet Off the Ground so I don’t Scuff my Shoes… (I’m sure you Understand that I really don’t like it when I’m flying along and I get hit with a Severe Down-Draft and I end up Scuffing my Shoes, right? I think we all know that kind of stuff can Happen), so I said, “Fine.”

“And another Thing,” she Continued Chirping at me. “In case you weren’t Aware, not only is it now officially Spring, your Beeloved Girlfriend, ButterCup’s, Birthday is this Saturday, and you Promised to throw her a Party.”

“I did?”

“Yes, you did. And if you think you’re going to throw a Party in this place with all the Piles and Piles of Clutter you’ve Collected - including your new Trophy … “

“My Magnificent Participation Trophy,” I corrected her.

“including your Trophy,” she repeated herself, “you’re gravely Mistaken. I just won’t Have It. If you’re going to keep your Promise to throw a Party for ButterCup, you have to do some Serious Spring Cleaning.”

“Fine,” I said, which brings me to the next thing I’m very Proud of myself … for the next Four Hours and 87 Minutes, I rolled up my Sleeves (actually, that’s just a saying…I don’t have Sleeves - I just said that to try to Convey the fact that I had to great ready to do a whole bunch of Work), and did a whole bunch of Work sorting through Piles and Stacks of Stuff that’s been Cluttering Up the ShoeBox for far, too long - Stuff like three, opened cases of Paper Spoons (I had to wear my Biohazard Suit when I was handling those - they’re still very toxic and will bee for at least another 250 years), two sets of Mis-Matched and Damaged Replacement Wings, a Prototype Example Sample of a Murder Hornet Swatter, several boxes full of Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Royal HoneyChew Krisp™ Cookies that were Tragically Stale, a small Briefcase containing something called an “Andromeda Stick” and a Note that said, “If Found Please Return To The BagMan”, (whoever that is), M.Bee A’s non-functioning Bubble Drive (it blew a Fuse), several Dusty Boxes that contain Stuff that I don’t even know what it is, and of course, my Trophy. I’m proud to say that I cleaned it all up, and donated most of it to the Bee Society’s Hive for Wayward Workers and Drones - except for my Magnificent Trophy. I’m keeping that.

After I finally finished cleaning everything up, Potato smiled at me (at least I think she smiled - it’s kind of hard to Tell with her sometimes) and said, “As your Emotional Support LadyBug, I have to say Good job, Georgie. You should bee Proud of yourself!”

“I am,” I said beecause I was and still am.

“Now,” Potato said, “I would suggest you stop just standing around Patting yourself on the Back and that you get to work Decorating this place for ButterCup’s Birthday Party. You only have until Saturday to get this place looking as Festive as Possible.”

“Fine,” I said.

So I gotta get back to doing that.

I’ll talk to ya later.