Time for fewer questions and more relaxation...
So ButterCup buzzed over late yesterday and asked me if I’d like to enjoy a little GetAway with her in the Way Distant Far Meadow this weekend.
“I can tell you need a break,” she said. “You’ve been spending way too much time asking way too many prying questions, so I think it’s best if you just back away from things for the weekend and come enjoy a relaxing weekend with me.”
How could I argue with that? I couldn’t.
So that’s what we’re gonna do.
I hope everybody has a vaguely awe-inspiring weekend!
I’ll see ya’ on Monday!
Georgie's still asking questions...
So, beeing the persistent and highly skilled detective that I am, I went back over to the Hive yesterday and started asking everybody I ran into, “When is your Birthday?”
Almost everybody said, “Uh, my Birthday? I dunno…sometime in the Warm Season?”
“You don’t know?” I’d asked them.
“Not really,” they’d say, then add that they didn’t think most bees knew when their Birthday was. Personally, I think they were all lying. I’ve never met a bee who doesn’t know his or her Birthday.
“I do,” I’d tell them. “I know EXACTLY, PRECISELY when I was born. It was on June 11th, 1976. It was a Friday.”
“Well good for you,” they’d say. “Aren’t you exceptional to bee able to remember that?” Then they’d just kind giggle and fly away.
So, I’m happy to report that I now know that this Massively Surprising Surprise Birthday Extravaganza is NOT for anybody I know.
It’s called “sleuthing”.
Still, I need to find out what’s going on here…so I’m gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has a singularly notable day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Georgie tries to get some info out of BigFoot...
So I went over to the Hive to speak with BigFoot about this Mysterious Massively Surprising Surprise Birthday Extravaganza.
He refused to talk. He just wouldn’t tell me anything.
“Party?” he said. “I know nothing of a Birthday Party.”
I couldn’t help but notice that his left eye was twitching when he said that.
“In fact,” he said, “I don’t beelieve anybody I know has a Birthday coming up on June 11th, but beelieve me when I say, if I knew anything about any of this, I would tell you, probably.”
Geeeeeeze. I’m not gonna give up until I find out what’s really going on around here.
And that’s what I gonna go do right now.
I hope everybody has a searingly memorable day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Georgie still needs some answers...
Hey, do you remember my mentioning that I ran into a bunch of friends in the Hive and that they all looked highly suspicious when I approached them, like they were trying to hide a secret or something?
Well get this: I finally found out what they’re trying to hide. They’re trying to hide the fact that they’ve been buzzy planning a Massively Surprising Surprise Birthday Extravaganza for somebody around here.
I don’t know why they’re beeing so secretive about everything, but for some reason, they’re apparently leaving me out of the Party Planning Process. Not nice.
I hafta say something here: I’m a most excellent Party Planner. Nobody can Plan Parties better than me, and I’ve helped Plan all the most tremendous Parties. Trust me. Despite that fact, I have NOT been invited to join the Party Planning Committee and, I hafta say, I’m feeling highly insulted.
Ya’ know what? I need to go over and have a little talk with BigFoot. I wanna find out WHO the party’s for, and WHY I’m not beeing included here. He’ll tell me. BigFoot knows everything about everything that goes on around here.
So I’m gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has an absorbingly pleasant day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Georgie's Used Socks Sale was a success, mostly ...
For some reason, it feels like I totally missed last Monday. I can’t remember what I was doing at all. Thankfully, today is Monday, so I can start remembering stuff again.
So where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you about how I was gonna do a Warm Season Cleanup of the Boot Box, right?
Well, I did that.
When I was cleaning out the back of my closet, I just happened to find a whole bunch of socks that had been missing. Of course, none of them matched, but at least now I think I’ve solved the mystery of where all those Missing Socks go after ya’ do laundry. (I’m sure ya’ know what I’m talking about here.)
Anyway, I think I found about 87 mismatched socks. Of course, I couldn’t remember where I put the ones that matched the other ones, so I decided to just have a Used Sock Sale.
Everything was going fine. It was a beeautiful day and I relaxed in my Lawn Chair, waiting for customers.
So I was sitting there in my lawn chair, minding my own buzziness, when all of a sudden I felt somebody push the back of my chair really hard, and it folded up. With me in it.
That was highly uncomfortable.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the Killer Bees, Price. He was standing there, leaning against the back of my lawn chair and laughing. He didn’t even try to help me out of my predicament.
“Price?” I asked.
“Si,” he said.
“You’re here?”
“Si,” he said.
“So are the other Killer Bees, Style and The Bender, here, also?”
“Si,” he said. “But they’re not here at the moment.”
“So where are they?” I needed to know.
“Around,” Price said.
Oh geeeeeeze. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of the Killer Bees hanging around, but then again, I thought maybee they could turn into customers. So I asked Price if he or Style or The Bender might bee interested in buying some of my Used Socks.
He just looked at me like I’d swallowed a pineapple or something and said, “Used Socks? USED SOCKS?? We don’t need no stinking Used Socks!”
I took that as a “no”.
After about a half an hour of watching Price chase away any would-bee customers - and me beeing still stuck in that lawn chair, he finally left.
Just about then, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), came buzzing by and saw me stuck in that lawn chair.
He stopped, looked at me for a minute, then he said, “Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world and I love you, but you’re simply going to have to bee more careful with the furniture.”
Geeeeeeze.
I was very happy when he finally rescued me from the folded-up lawn chair, then agreed to spend rest of the day helping me sell all those Used Socks.
I should probably mention that Kevin is an excellent salesperson - and he’s still looking for a new job. If any of my BeePs - that’s you - know somebody who’s looking for a great SalesBee, lemme know, okay?
So today, I’m gonna take some of that honey I made from my sale, go to Bees ‘R Us, and buy some new socks.
Okay then. I hope everybody has a ridiculously tremendous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!