OH MY MOUSES! Get a grip woman, would ya? You'd think you were one of those Real Housewives of Beverly Hills or somethin'. Now those women have REAL troubles, for sure. MOUSES!
I mean, if you can bicker over somethin' someone once did to you ages and ages ago - for an entire evenin' - whatever that somethin' someone once did, it must have been pretty moused up, if you ask me. MOUSES!
And speakin' of moused-up troubles, have you met my long-haired marmie brothers?
You know, I should have my own television show. One of my very own. Seriously, I should, 'cause I can bicker with the best of 'em, for sure.
I can do a pretty good smacky paw, too.
And speakin' of smacky-paws, have you met my long-haired marmie brothers?
Why just the other day, one of those long-haired marmie brothers of mine...
What's that, Andy? Oh yeah... You're right. Sorry 'bout that.
Hey, what can I say? Even a broken clock is right at least once a day.
But by broken clocks, I am not talkin' about me. No sirree. Nothing 'bout me is broken. MOUSES!
However, I will retract my last statement. Yup, I will make a full retraction, forthwith.
Regardin' my insinuation that recent smacky-paw events occurring at my house involved my long-haired marmie brothers... Well, they didn't. I am hereby retractin' that statement, and issuing an apology to both Anderson and Rushton. As I was reminded, about five minutes ago, said smacky-paw events were actually between myself and my sister Mason. MOUSES!
What are you blatherin' on about now, Andy? I apologised. Are you satisfied with nothin'?
Nope, that there retraction on my blog is gonna have to do it. It's not like I tweeted out the mistake to all and sundry on Twitter. MOUSES!
It's an alternative spellin' for Sunday.
Kinda. Sort of. Okay, maybe not. MOUSES!
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, I was talkin' about the smacky-paws. The other day, I smacked my sister Mason real good, for sure.
Darn it. I need to print another retraction.
Regardin' my last statement, what I should have said was, I smacked my sister Mason really well, for sure.
Whew! That was close. I could already hear the Grammar Police sirens off in the distance.
But back to those smacky-paws. SHE STARTED IT!!! 'Nough said. MOUSES!
What's that, Andy? Why did Mason smacky-paw me in the first place, you ask?
Well... Uh... Actually...
Actually, I kinda think she was smackin' me back.
Pardon me, Andy? Why did I smacky-paw Mason, causin' her to smacky-paw me back, you ask?
Well... Uh... Actually...
Let me get back to you 'bout that.
Oh yeah! NOW I remember. Mason made a comment 'bout me that I didn't like. She did. Something 'bout my LORDIN' MY BLOG over the rest of you cats. So I smacked her real good, for sure.
MOUSES! Again, I meant, I smacked her really well, for sure.
That's better. Another close call with those darned Grammar Police. Next thing I know, I'll have the Merriam-Webster Dictionary on my tail. MOUSES!
Say that again, Andy? What does my lordin' my blog over the rest of you cats mean, you ask?
Well... You know how I...
Um... Never mind. You don't need to know 'bout that.
But now that I think about it, I don't think Mason was the one who came up with the comment 'bout my lordin' my blog over the rest of you cats. Truth be told, I think she was just repeatin' somethin' someone else said. Somethin' someone with long-haired marmie-coloured fur said.
Hmmm... But I can't smack a peep. That would be like bitin' the paw that feeds you and all that. But I'm really, really, REALLY feelin' the urge to give someone a right good smack. HMMM...
Sorry 'bout that Andy. That was an alternative smack. MOUSES!