Oh geeeeeeze. Apparently, my decision to just sit around for the past several days to catch up on my stories on TV while munching down something like 87 bags of Honey Chews wasn’t as wise as I thought it would bee. Maybee that explains why my Bee Cozy Variable Speed Mattress failed last night.

So, after a hearty breakfast, I waddled back over to the Hive to ask if ButterCup might wanna grab a few bowls of French Onion Flower Soup over lunch with me in a little while. She took one look at me, backed up and said,
“Woah woah woah.”
“What?” I asked.
“Have you seen yourself lately?” she asked. “And you want to take me to lunch?”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “I have this craving for French Onion Flower Soup.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said. “No soup for you.”

Then she started criticising me for putting on a few millimetres around my midriff over the weekend and told me that, instead of eating more, she was gonna take me to the gym and make me run laps. Or else.

I hate running laps. But I like it even less when ButterCup says stuff like “or else”. It’s highly threatening.

So I’m gonna do that.

Then, I’ve been informed that she’s gonna put me on a diet of Minus-Calorie Gluten-Free Nectar Smoothies. (I can’t stand those, either.)

“You might find your newfound physique acceptable,” she said, “but I don’t.”

So much for unconditional love.

Anyway, it appears I’m gonna hafta spend my week running laps and not eating French Onion Flower Soup.

I just gotta say: I’ve had better Mondays.

I hope everybody’s day is more sensationally delightful than mine’s gonna bee.

I’ll see ya’ later!