It is with deepest regret...Hmmm...
It is with my most sincere apologies...
HMMM...
I would like to extend...
HMMM...
For mousin' out loud. I'm sorry. Okay? I'M SORRY! Are you satisfied now? MOUSES!
On the other paw, I'm thinkin' that might not be the best openin' for a letter of apology, ever, after all. It's back to the drawin' board for me. MOUSES!
But I don't have a drawin' board to get back to. MOUSES!
OH PEEPERS....
Hey Peepers! You have a drawin' board handy? You wanna write this letter of apology for me?
Actually, it would be far more appropriate for the letter to come from you, anyway, 'cause after all, it was you who messed everythin' up the other day and...
What? You don't remember messin' everythin' up? Oh my mouses, Peepers. Of course you did.
Oh yeah, it was DEFINITELY you. You were definitely to blame. Haven't you heard that ol' sayin'? You know the one. The one that goes like, When in doubt, blame the peep.
Yeah, that one. EVERYONE says it so it must be true.
Who's everyone, you ask? Well... Well me, for one. And everybody else I know, too. It's quite a well established sayin', Peepers. It's very well known. I believe Nissy invented it and...
IT'S A SAYIN'! WHO AM I TO DISAGREE WITH A SAYIN'? WHO ARE YOU TO DISAGREE WITH A SAYIN', EITHER? Who? WHO? WHO?
Anyway...
Anyway, AS EVERYONE KNOWS, when in doubt, one should always blame the peep. So I'm thinkin'... I'm thinkin', if anyone has gotta apologize, it should be a peep, and the peep I'm thinkin' who should be apologizin', is you.
Not MY fault you don't understand the sayin'. But your lack of understandin' is beside the point. All you really need know is how to write a letter of apology. 'Nough of your babblin', woman. Let's get down to business here, shall we?
Hmmm....
I'm thinkin' you should address the letter to the world 'cause I.. I mean, YOU, kinda messed up the world the other day when...
I'M GETTIN' TO THAT PART, WOMAN. MOUSES!
Peepers, last Wednesday, when I hit the publish button on my blog, I kinda broke the Internet.
I MEAN, when I hit the publish button, YOU kinda broke the Internet.
Why was it you? 'CAUSE YOU'RE MY IT SUPPORT, THAT'S WHY. Don't you know anythin', Peepers? MOUSES!
For mousin' out loud. Peep #1 is as dense as a century-old fruit cake, soaked in a barrel of rum. It's no wonder she doesn't have a clue 'bout...
Hang on there for a mo. Maybe all that rum is the reason she's...
Yup, her brain must be addled, or pickled, or whatever, for sure. MOUSES!
Anyway Peepers, the thing is, when I hit the publish button on Wednesday, my blog published and everythin', but no one could read it. No one could access my blog at all. And when I say no one, I mean NO ONE, as in not a single man, woman, or cat, anywhere. Not from New Zealand, or England, or the United States, or anywhere else! I couldn't even access it myself, and it's my blog. All I got was a "Site cannot be found" message. I don't know how you did it but CLEARLY Peepers, YOU BROKE THE INTERNET.
Pish posh, oh my gosh. The fact that I was the one who actually hit the publish button is neither here nor there. Nor anywhere! As my IT Support, it is YOUR duty to make my blog run smoothly, and as you were derelict in your duties, it was YOUR fault the Internet broke. Yours and only yours and besides, do I have to remind you again? When in doubt, blame the peep. Not that there is any doubt in my mind that you are to blame, but still...
Oh my mouses, how DOES one reason with an unreasonable rum-soaked-fruitcake dense, brain addled peep?
So like I was sayin' before I had to explain like, EVERYTHIN', to you, you need to write up a letter of apology addressed to the whole wide world, on account of your breakin' the Internet, and...
Peepers.
PEEPERS.
PEEPERS!
Where are you goin' now?
And why are you coverin' your ears like that?
AND WHY ARE YOU MAKIN' THOSE WEIRD NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH AWFUL KIND OF SINGING NOISES THAT REALLY AREN'T SINGING NOISES AT ALL?
Peepers, you've already broken the Internet this week. You tryin' to break everyone's eardrums, too?
MOUSES!
PS. As soon as I got hold of the peeps where my blog is registered, they fixed everythin' up RIGHT AWAY. Like seriously, they fixed it within minutes. But please note, it was I, Seville the Cat, who contacted them and NOT the first peep. I should have them for IT support. At least they know what they're doin', UNLIKE MY PEEP. MOUSES!
