Have you forgotten me?  Does it seem to you that I ask this question a lot?  My Gram is just so old and useless.  I need a new Blogging Assistant.    And not Bob either.   

So here is my gorgeous face, complements of my own personal photo graph taking Wonder Woman, Bev Hollis.   Do I look like I am asking you why my Gram can't be more organized?    Yep.    That is the Question of the Century.  She has certainly worn out that "I've been sick" excuse.   I'm sick and I'm still blogging away (at least when I can get some help around here).   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
       

 Don't you just love the way this photo looks?    I am so beautiful I could just pee from the excitement of it all.  What would I do without Miss Bev?    A long, long time ago when I was just a Baby Bulldog my Mom used to do something called ScrapBooking.   It involved a lot of lovely papers and fancy scissors and wonderful stickers and I just loved to turn the pages and watch myself mature into the fabulous creature I am today.     Bev has turned my gorgeous self into a ScrapBook Work of Art.   

As with all things in our home, ScrapBooking was short lived.   I think my Mom and my Gram have a lot in common some times.    Their intentions are good, but then they get distracted by something as boring as working and off they go.   All their projects are left in a heap on the floor, gathering dust.

Speaking of dust.   Guess what else has happened in our home?   Gram and Mom actually cleaned their office yesterday.   Now THAT was a project.       I must admit it does look nice.   Even the bird cages got a dusting.   The poor birds are in shock, I can tell you that.   Anyway, where was I?    Oh, yes.  I remember.    It was my Beauty.

Do you think my foot looks strange?    The position isn't as nice as it could be.   I'll have to speak to Miss Bev.   I certainly don't want anyone to think I am having trouble with my joints.    Oh, scary thought!   What if I am turning into Gram?   Getting older, I mean.   Gram has joint issues.   Do you think they will run in the family?  Bad joints?    I just can't think about something that awful.

I'll tell you someone who is going to have horrible joint issues when he is old.    Bob.    Yesterday I watched him make a fool out of himself yet again.   He thinks he is double jointed.   Do you know what that is?   When someone can twist into totally strange positions with their body while leaving their head and shoulders on the ground?   Bob has discovered the fine art of rolling on a dead frog.     Let me tell you something.     Bob is nothing if not entertaining.

I have never in my life stooped so low as to roll on a dead frog.     I have a very alive frog living under my front porch and I have nightmares about that thing getting into my home.     And now Bob is rolling on a dead one out in the woods.     So my theory is that all of that twisting and turning of the body, while the shoulders and head are on the ground is bound to cause Bob's joints some permanent damage.      Of course Bob doesn't care.   He can't think past his breakfast, five minutes after it is done.

I need a nap.    Beauty Sleep, I believe they call it.     I asked my Mom to get me a pale pink silk eyeshade to wear when I nap.     Those are very useful.       I actually don't require any creams or lotions on my face as my skin is one of my best features.   But I could use an eyeshade.      And a bed jacket.    I need a lovely lace bed jacket, so I don't get a chill.    Oh and where did I put my Bunny Slippers?     (I hope you aren't laughing about the Bunny Slippers because I actually do have two pairs so my toes don't get cold)

                                                                                             Keeping me gorgeous is so time consuming.     

Just getting ready for my nap has made me tired, but I am glad we took the time to remind you that, I, Daisy, The Princess, am still here, still as wonderful as ever and still willing and able to entertain you with my Blogging Business.      It scares me sometimes when my Gram takes "time off to regroup".     I would never, ever want my friends to forget about me because Grammie has actually taken a nap of her own, but just called it something else. And it wasn't Beauty Sleep either.      

                                                                                                            Love and kisses,

                                                                                                                                            Daisy