Dear Lenore,
You know how much I care for you. I consider you to be the daughter I've never had. You hold a special place in my heart and I want you to be happy and successful in your future endeavors.
I know being a teen undead girl is a difficult thing to be during these times. You're growing into your undeadness and your brainz must be in so much turmoil and confusion right now.
Let's face it, it is difficult to find acceptance as one of the undead. You are trying so hard to fit in with others because you want to feel like you belong.
I get that.
I want that for you too.
I'm on your side my Undie-Dweetie (Undead Sweetie)!
But I have to tell you something.
I know, I know. You don't want to hear it. You don't want to confront the issue at hand. I have faith Lenore that we can work this out, but we do need to talk Undie-Dweetie. I know this is going to make you feel very uncomfortable and trust me I feel a little strange about it too. Most undead teens don't like talk to their parents about this sensitive issue. I know you look at me as an Undead Motherfigure.
I love that!
I'm honored and it touches my heart.
But Undie-Dweetie? You bit my finger! It's not a zombie chicken fingerz! And if you ever do that again? It's going to get ugly.
I have a machete and I will use it.
Because the only way out from being Undead is to behead one.
I have great aim Dweetie. No, Dweetheart, it's not a threat. It's a fact, a bona fide fact. No not that kind of bone, silly undead girl!
Just remember I am OFF limits, okay?
By the way, I noticed you looking at my ears a lot. Please stop now.
Now go and get those special sugar cookies I made just for you! I frosted them with pig brainz. Tastes like chicken brainz!
Mmm-mmm good!
Want some strawberry milk with that? I think I've got just enough blood to whip up that milk into a tantalizing bloodlicious refreshment.
Frightfully Yours,
Quirkyloonz
B.Z. Lenore was not harmed during the production of this post. I'm still sharpening the machete. She likes to watch me as I do it. It's the thrill of the blade!
7 comments:
Wow!!! Lookie here! I love your new digs, Quirky.
Please don't take a nap when Lenore is around. She may think the zzzzzz's are an invitation.
I think I saw Lenore, the Undie-Dweetie (good one!) looking longingly at my cat.
Make sure you count your fingers and toes before going to bed tonight.
BTW, your fudge should be on its way, soon.
;-)
Kids! Damn that younger undead generation. No respect!
Wow, a new look for Quirky. I was just getting used to the old look. But I like this one. It's like being with a whole new blogger. Yummy.
Oh, I liked the post, too.
Hee-hee. (That's me imitating you.)
Undead Tweens... can't live with em, can't chop their heads off.
Ah, the young undead. So confused while alive & then to be thrown into the undead world. No wonder she's having such a hard time. She is so lucky to have you as an undead mother figure! (maybe use earmuffs to sleep in until she gets over the confusion.)
@MeMe How did you know that I snore? Can you hear me? hee hee
@Reffie Count my fingers! What a great concept! I knew I could count on you to give me sound advice! Whew! Thanks GF! I feel better already! *smile*
@Nomie The Undead and alive generation, makes no difference. STILL NO RESPECT! heh heh heh
@MikeWJ You're lucky I'm laid back enough NOT to get upset that you are mocking me. Go ahead hee hee all you want! But don't you dare tee hee at me! *smile*
@Catlady Can't chop their heads off? Dang! I guess you're gonna call ZPS on me? Zombie Protective Services? Ack! *grin*
@Collette I dunno if the earmuffs will emuff, erm, I mean enough! heh heh heh
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