Sigh.   Now is the winter of our discontent, blah blah blah.   That stupid Peep Shake Spear or whatever he shakes makes me want to puke most of the time, but once in a blue moon he comes up with something that I can actually remember.   Like that now is the winter of our discontent famous line.   Everybody knows that line, but who can think of the next part?   Hint: I wouldn’t bother asking the old woman Slow.   She reminds me a little of Granny Selma any more with her spotty memory.   You’re more apt to get somewhere with Pretty who still has a mind like a steel trap for poetry and history and pop culture.   Yessiree, if you won’t any info, I’d ask Pretty if I were you.   And if she BETS you on it, it’s a sure thing.   NEVER BET AGAINST PRETTY!!!

For example, Pretty can quote some Peep named Poe at the drop of a hat.    Once upon a midnight dreary blah blah blah.   Go ahead and get her started on that one, and she’s off and running.   Some chick named Lenore is in Big Trouble with a talking bird that keeps Quothing and Quothing and Quothing about Never More.   I’m not sure what a Quoth is but it must be deadly.   If you think Pretty doesn’t know EVERY line, think again.   She won’t miss a word.   Slow is captivated when Pretty recites, bless her heart.

As for the old girl herself, she’s a good one for a sappy poem about LOVE.   Sappy, sappy, sappy!!!   God, what an embarrassment!   The ONLY poem she can actually quote is all this How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways bullshit blah blah blah.   I’ll be sick of that poem before the next couple of weeks are over.   Their anniversary is next week and then there’s always Valentine’s Day after that.   Let’s just say that February is LOVE MONTH in our family, and what will I have to listen to over and over again???   You got it – the sappy  love poem.   Of course, it beats the 23rd Psalm which is the only other recitation the old woman can get through.   Geez Louise.   Talk about depressing.   Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…stop, please somebody stop her!   It gives me the willies.   Shit house mouse.  Save that one for the funeral, if you don’t mind.

Well, occasionally a blind squirrel can find a nut and moi has cleverly discovered the next line of our mystery quote:  Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by the sun of York – and that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, sports fans!   The Red Man is looking for some sunshine, and I mean looking hard for some heat, and thank God I know which direction to head since York isn’t too far up the road from us!   Get me outta here, Percy – I’m ready to saddle up!

Oh, for God’s sake.   Slow just told me that York isn’t in South Carolina after all.   Humph.   I guess I’ll just have to go stomp a ground hog.   I can’t take much more of this cold weather – plus I think I’m in Australian Open withdrawal discontent this week.   I’m gearing up for the Big Show, though – Westminster Kennel Club theatrics start Valentine’s Day!   Oh, yeah.   Some smokin’ bitches and studs who know their way around a ring.  Game on!!!

Good night, all – sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.