Oh Dear – I Need Help My Friends

This isn’t good.  This is not good at all.  I need help my friends- LOTS of help.  I need to make mommy better.  She is having what she calls a ‘magenta’ kind of day.  You don’t know what that is, do you?  Mom is a huge fan of the Golden Girls and that’s where it comes from.  This is what it means:

“Magenta…that’s what I call it when I get that way. All kinds of feelings tumbling all over themselves. Well you know, you’re not quite blue, because you’re not really sad. And although you’re a little bit jealous you wouldn’t say you’re green with envy. And every now and then you realize you’re kind of scared but you’d hardly call yourself yellow…I hate that feeling. Just hate it. And I hate the color magenta. That’s why I named it that. Magenta. No way to really explain it but, fortunately between friends you don’t have to.” ~Blanche Devereaux

You get it now?  Plus she had to go to the worky place today.  Magenta, Monday and work equals not a good combination.  Not one particular thing can be the reason for Magenta.  It’s lots of little things snowballed into one giant I need to shout it out like the kid from Home Alone.

Perhaps that would work for mommy?  But then again, she’s at work and I really wouldn’t advise that in her industry.  So, what do we do to get mommy out of the Magenta mood and into say a blue colorful happy color?  Suggestions my friends?  Anything you can help me with?

 

Bacons Tale of Terror

 

 

Hello my friends – Count Baconula here for Bacons Tale of Terror – on today January 13th.  Today is another true story. Not the kind involving ghosts or paranormal.  This story is something more.  Something that will scare you and make your hair turn white.  Something that will have you screaming like a little baby.

You see, last weekend mom let me go with her to pick up some take out at a local fast food restaurant.  I do that sometimes and I enjoy it.  I mean who wouldn’t, right?  How would you feel if you were working the window and a little itty bitty Smart car pulled up to pick up the food that had a cute adorable little oinker in the backseat?  Right?  Some times the wonderful workers will give me snacks – 🙂 It’s good being me sometimes.

Well this day was like any other.  We went to Krystals which is like heaven on earth to me and daddy.  Little hamburgers shaped square with wonderful stuff in them.  And yeah, the cute little cashier gave me one to eat in the back seat as she watched.  I’m sure there’s a name for that – snorts.

Everything was fine and dandy.  We are scooting on back to the home with all of our goodies in tow when we stopped at a red light.  This gave me time to stand, stretch and stick my tongue look around outside. Everything was going fine until I saw *IT*.  I squealed – pretty loud actually.  The only thing I could do was raise my hoof holding my camera phone and snap a picture.

OMP (Oh my pig!)  Do you see what was in this car window?  For real?  That is scarier than any ghosts my friend.  That shook me down to my little hooves and all I could do was shiver and shake.  Mommy looked back to see what was wrong with me and then she saw it.  Awful sight this car was.  Who would drive around with that evil looking Bozo in the car.  Please tell me that.  Wouldn’t you be afraid too my friends?