Paweet! Paweet! Paweet!
My sweet love song is a twitter hit!

Dance, dance, dance!

Ya gotta grab this chance, chance, chance,

'Cause this magic carpet, it's made for moovin'.

You don't mind if I lunch

on your pile of indecision, do you?

Naw, if you annoy me enough

maybe I'll do something about it.

Teenage Tranquilizing Techniques

Yo, Ma.

Chill the marbles.

Izzzall cool.

Oh, my sweet hunky-chunk of love.

Here comes our sunny, little, fair-weather friend.

Looks like we'll have a better day

than I was dreaming up. 

When I was a young fluff ball I had a big

ol' kick-the-chick talk with my Egg-Mama.

She said I was growing up to be either

a harpy or a floozy. I didn't like the choices, 

so I became a hippy harpy

who flew zee coop.

Two music dotes
clapping out some high notes.

Wanda had no problem warming up to the adage

that where there's a will there's a way.

While sitting in her front yard during

a surprise springtime late chill, she

figured her hot flashes would 

continue to ripen her garden

into a florid summer parade.

Swizzlin' good meeting of the minds.

Self Preservation Folklore

I've heard hanging out in root cellars

is great for preserving

a youthful skin tone.

Love this giggle, kick, sproing of spring.

No matter how off center our fall,

we boink back up again.

This puppy love might end up being the real thing.

When the Experiment Goes Awry

Oh drat!

My assistant is

an understudy rat!

I know you don't expect agreement

from my way of looking at things,

but count me in, count me in!

Well, yes, I guess you could say

it is Jack the Rabbit who is

spurring on global warming.

Bertie couldn't stand bad air days.

Hey!

Just because I said I could handle it

doesn't mean you all get a free ride!

Johnny had an explosively brilliant mind.

He just wished he had better aim

and a more elegant execution.

Time to do the Arboreal Shiver-Quiver.

That knock about, limb shakin',

adrenaline rushin', moon hootin',

deep-rooted, midnight gracin',

spring dance.

(Psst. Supposedly he saw the light,
and it was a freakin' abstraction.)

One of the greatest things about Being-in-the-Now

is that I've stopped my annoying tendency to

circle around Oh-No-Not-Again.

When I grow up I'm not gonna

climb that pesky ol' mountain.

I'm gonna BE the mountain!

Things get better once you learn how to

roll with the punches.

Jimmy's mopey blow by blow

needs a good ol' ho, ho, ho.

Quack'd Advice

When you feel you're going to fall over...

that's when you finally learn how to fly.

Love Cake

This yours, son?

Yeah.

Hmmph. Nice.

Swallow us and I swear you'll

get butterflies in your stomach.

Oh, phoo!
I hope this isn't
a cat and dog kinda
downpour. I just can't do the
scatter-splatter type of pitter-patter
that such a weather ruckus demands.

Boink! Boink! Boink!

So goes a brilliant thought,

happy in pursuit of mystery.

As time flipped by Paul

dropped a few dull chapters,

keeping his dancing eyes

on lovely, lively Petunia.

I know I advertise as

family-friendly on Airbnb,

but, seriously, I'm just not set up

for night service.