Showing posts with label good luck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good luck. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 February 2020

they say it's good luck

Don't worry, Peepers.  It's SUPPOSED to be good luck.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, the peep has been volunteerin' as target practise.  That's right, ol' Peepers is gettin' all sporty and athletic and...

NOT!!!

No, the peep isn't practising darts or shootin' arrows or anythin' like that.  She's uh...

Well...

Well ol' Peepers isn't tossin' darts or shootin' arrows at a target.  Peepers IS the target, I'm afraid.

MOUSES!

And there are no darts or arrows involved.

But like I told her earlier, it's supposed to be lucky.

BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

MOUSES!

Apparently, Peepers has become the target for...  Now how should I put this?  Hmmm...

POOPIES!

And pee-pees.

MOUSES!

So the other day, Peepers was out in the back yard under the big oak tree out there.  You know the one.  The one where the crows congregate to put on their daily always-cheated-of-an-Emmy Crow Show, and where the starlings and blue jays hang about makin' guest appearances and stuff.

Well...

Well ol' Peepers bent down to pick somethin' up from the ground - a dropped prop, I do believe - and the next thing she knew, she felt somethin' hit the back of her arm, and...

Well...

Well wouldn't you know it, some ol' crow sittin' up in that tree went and pooped on the peep.

MOUSES!

Let's just say, the peep was not amused.

MOUSES!

Then this mornin', Peepers was tryin' to get me to lie down on a chair in the family room AND I WAS TRYIN' to tell her I didn't want to lie down, but rather, I wanted - No, NEEDED - to use the little boys' box, but Peepers, bein' a peep, paid no attention to what I was sayin' and the next thing we knew...

Well...

Well didn't I go pee on the peep.

MOUSES!

But like I said to the peep, it's supposed to be lucky.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

MOUSES!