B is for...

By Sweetie, instigator, chronicler and tattle-tail (sic)

Good morning friends.  

As you know we have started a series called Alphabet Soup.  Today I'm taking on the Bs.... but note that we may insert other BLOGS in between our soupy series and our alphabet may not be in alphabetical order which will only be determined as the mood or antics of the weeks play out.  

For today though we are on to the Bs - yes, and that stands for BOYS and BOISTEROUSNESS and BOTHER and others as the blog unfolds. 

Let's start off with BEDEVILLED.  Now that is a great word to describe how Grammy feels this morning!   That and BUMMED. 

At the weekend she came home with a treat for herself... VIVA PUFFS.  You know!  Those cookies that are a wafer bottom with a dollop of raspberry jam topped by a marshmallow and coated with a layer of chocolate.   Yes, those treats that just melt in the mouth and make the taste-BUDS sing. 

She opened the BOX, treated herself to a few and returned them to the pantry for future enjoyment.    You'd think the old BAT would have learned by now.  We have ants that are tiny as 2 mm (millimeters) or .08 of an inch in length and have olfactory capabilities that can seek out anything within a million times that distance.

Unfortunately, while Grammy slept then was out for church yesterday those little BEASTS smelt out the chocolate-covered deliciousness, formed a platoon and marched off in BATTLE formation.  Grammy went to enjoy a treat last evening when she returned from church.  There in the pantry in a supposedly sealed plastic container with those BISCUITS were crumb-carrying critters from the Class Insecta, Family Formidiae. 

Those BOLD BEASTIES managed to crawl through the minute crack between lid and BODY of the container.  And they were carrying off Grammy's treat one crumb at a time to parts unknown.  Well, that was the end of the Viva Puff treats.   They have since been BANISHED to the BOTTOM of the BIN BREAKING Grammy's HEART.  The BUG man cannot come too soon.

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Now, on to the BROTHERS.  Grammy overslept today.  As a result of BEING wired about the course she's teaching and BOLSTERED by late-night coffee she was up from Thursday night to Friday morning working on a PowerPoint Presentation.  This,  followed by a BUSY weekend resulted in her waking up late, BLEARY-eyed and even later feeding us this morning. And this despite the tabby-two BOUNCING BOISTEROUSLY as they 'massaged' her BACK.  The old dear was truly BENUMBED!

Can you BELIEVE it?!!!  But once awake she fell into her normal routine.  BUSTED GRAMMY!  It was more important to make the BED BEFORE feeding the starving BEVY.  Well, that was sort of okay with we three girls ... BUT those BROTHERS saw things a little differently.

Etude and Rondo BOUNCED BACK and forth BETWEEN BEDROOM and kitchen in anticipation of what they considered BRUNCH. Forget that long past BREAKFAST thing!  The were going for BREAKFAST and LUNCH in one go.  Then Grammy decided to put her cold BREW into the microwave to reheat (BLECH!) BEFORE feeding the two BOZOS so they started BOXING BUNNY style.   I tell you, those BRAWLING BUCKS are more BOTHER than BENEFIT to Grammy who is now BONKERS.  BELIEVE It or Not every word is true. You have my BOND.

Comments are always welcomed.  Let's keep them light and funny. 

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