I should probably tell you that the best thing about my Weekend was the fact that I knew it would eventually bee Over and that Monday would finally Arrive. I'm glad I haven't been Disappointed. And this is a Special Monday beecause it’s the First Monday of the New Cool Season, which is why I got up so Early this Morning. I don’t want to miss a Minute of this Monday.

As you probably Know, Saturday was the Annual End of the Hot Season Welcome to the New Cool Season HoneyBall which the Hive does every Year, which is why we call it the ANNUAL End of the Hot Season Welcome to the New Cool Season HoneyBall. But what I'm mostly sure you Don't Know is that the Mood of this year's HoneyBall was anything but Festive - and that's beecause of that Rumour going around that I - and Everybody I Know in the Hive - may bee going Extinct. I mean seriously now, is there any better way to Screw Up an otherwise Festive Event than with a bunch of Rumours going around that this could possibly bee the Last HoneyBall, and that by Monday a year from now, we would all Cease to Exist?  

Oh sure, everybody was all Dressed Up and ready to Get Down to the Sounds of Ultra Violet on her Ukelele and, of course, Zambeezi who had just started up his new Band, Zambeezi and the Beezietes, but beetween Songs, everybody would start Bumming Out about this whole Matter regarding all of us Ceasing to Exist.

It wasn't until Fleur de Bee showed up with her Date, Nestor ("we're just zee Cordial Professional Associates, mon ami", she told me, which everybody was Relieved to hear, especially Lester, but we won't get into that), and she Noticed that just about everybody was feeling Bummed Out instead of Festive, that she went up on Stage with Ultra Violet and Zambeezi (which really upset Rudy Bee - the one who put the whole HoneyBall together and who said, "If you're not part of the performing acth, you mutht thtay off the Thtage", but she Ignored him and Did It anyway) and told everybody,
"I, too, have heard ze Rumours zat we all may bee Extinct by zis time next year, and I know zis ees why you are all feeling...how do I zay eet?...BummEd Out. But I, zpeaking az an Agent for ze Uneet d'Counter-Ezpionage Francais, I can geeve to you ze assurauncez zat zis Rumour cannot bee true."

When she said that, there was a loud buzzing from everybody in Room, and a lot of "what's she talking about?", and "what does she know that we don't?" beeing buzzed back and forth, but Fleur just lifted her wings to Quiet everybody Down, and said, "We have it on zee Good Faith zat ze Humans are beecoming more Aware of zis Zituation and zat zey will bee more Careful about making sure zat zee Hive will Survive - even if we here in zis Room Don't. Zo, let us Forget zis buzziness about zee beeing Extinct. Zis is not an Extinction Event! Zis is a Party! Let us Drink a Toast to zis Beeautiful Evening and all zee Beeautiful Evenings yet to bee...".

Then we all drank a Toast, and after her Speech, the rest of the HoneyBall turned out to bee a lot more Fun. Even if there were some of us that didn't necessarily Beelieve what Fleur was saying, we Appreciated the Sentiment. Finally, Orderly Beeson (who was standing next to ButterCup and me with his Date, Nurse Beetrice) said, "What the hell? Let's Party."   So we did that.

Anyway, after the HoneyBall was over, everybody called it a Night, and we all went back to our Hives, or ShoeBoxes, or Cracks in the Wall, or where-ever it is everybody Lives. I don't know about what anybody else did the Day After the Party, but speaking for myself, I just Laid Around my ShoeBox all day, watched old Re-Runs of "Escape From Bee Island" with Potato (my Sensory-Impaired Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug), and Relaxed.

It turned out to bee such a Highly Great Party, I'm thinking maybee I should bee spending this Otherwise-Nothing-To-Do Monday doing exactly the same Thing - which is Nothing, including mostly trying not to worry about Going Extinct, which I'm not, probably.

So I'm gonna go do that.