Beefore I get into trying to explain exactly what the hell has been going on around here lately, I need to make a Comment about something.  I don't know if anybody Realises this, but a couple of days ago, it was supposedly National HoneyBee Day. I woke up Super Early that morning beecause I was Highly Excited about beeing a bee with a National Day.  After I combed my Fuzz, got my Antennae straightened out (I slept on them funny), and put on a Fresh Pair of Socks, I waited for the first Happy National HoneyBee Day Well-Wishers to start showing up at my ShoeBox Door.  Then I waited. And waited. And waited some more. You want to know who came by? Nobody, that's who. Nobody showed up. Nobody called. Nobody sent me any Encrypted Text Messages, and by Lunchtime, I was pretty sure nobody was going to bee wishing me a Happy National HoneyBee Day.  

Instead of just wasting my time Waiting for Something That Would Apparently Never Happen, Probably, I decided to track down my Girlfriend, ButterCup. I wanted to ask her if she knew if anybody was throwing any Huge Parties to Celebrate the Special Day.

First, I went to ButterCup’s Cell in the Hive. She wasn’t there, but she did leave a Note that read:

“To Whom It May Concern:
I am taking the Day Off today. If there is an Emergency, you will find me in the Far, Far Meadow, enjoying this Beeautiful Day, and tending to Anything-But-Thriving Garden. I’ll bee back later. - ButterCup”

So I buzzed over to the Far, Far Meadow, and spotted ButterCup basking in the Sun. She was obviously taking a Break from Watering her Anything-But-Thriving Garden with that Perpetually-Self-Filling Watering Can I gave her for her Birthday a whole bunch of years ago (I’m so glad she’s actually using it).

“I see that you’ve decided to take the Day Off to Celebrate our Special Day,” I said to her.
"What Special Day?" she asked me as if she didn't know what the hell I was Buzzing about.
"National HoneyBee Day,  of course," I told her.
"Never heard of it. And, may I ask, what's so Special about it?"
"What kind of Question is that?" I asked her. "It's National HoneyBee Day. It's National. It's a Day, and we're HoneyBees - that's what's so Special about it."

ButterCup just looked at me as if I'd just told her I didn't beelieve in Beeswax (for the record, of course I beelieve in Beeswax... I mean how Ridiculous is it to think anybody, especially any Bee, wouldn't beelieve in Beeswax. That would bee like not beelieving in Vitamin Supplements), and said, "Look, Georgie, I don't know why, but I can tell this National HoneyBee Day Thing seems to bee Important to you, so I'll tell you what: it's coming up on the Middle of the Afternoon, so let me Change into something Less Comfortable, and I'll treat you to a Late Lunch at Lousy Louie's."
"Does that include Beverages?" I had to know.
"Of course," she said. "We'll order a couple tall Nectar Fizzes and Toast National HoneyBee Day!”
"Fine," I said.

So we did that.

Next year, I think that maybee I’m gonna' consider possibly planning a Huge Party to celebrate National HoneyBee Day… but I’ll tell you right now: everybody will have to bring their own Nectar Fizzes.  (Seriously now, do I look like a Bartender to you?)

Anyway, what I really wanted to Share with you is that just little while ago, I delivered my first Fabricated Intelligence-Fabricated Meteorological Forecast to my Editor, and to let him know that sit was Mostly Accurate, but that it also had some things in there he'd for sure want to Edit, probably. But when I showed up with it, he didn't let me Inform him of that Fact. Instead, he just Snatched the Print-Out from the Fi2 out of my Wing, and said, "It's about Time, Bee. We're just about to roll the Presses and Hit the 'Send' Button on today's Edition of the 'Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News’. I'm sure our Beeloved Subscribers will appreciate finally seeing an Accurate Weather Forecast for a Change. This is going Straight to Production."
"But...," I tried to tell him.
“And tomorrow, Bee" he said, "don't bee cutting things so close to the Deadline - Or Else."
"But...," I really tried again to tell him there might bee some Irregularities in the Forecast.
"But...but... I have Work to do. Get the hell out my Office," he said.

So I did that.

So do you Remember when I might have possibly for sure Mentioned that Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew and Inventor of the Fi2 Fabricated Intelligence Meteorological Forecast Device) had told me that his Invention still had a few Bugs?  Well, it does.  And remember how the Device Sees and Hears Everything and seems to want to repeat Gossip? Yeah, well, let me just say that I hope my Editor actually Edits the Forecast beefore he Publishes it. 

I hafta' say: it's mostly likely Highly Possible that we might have a Problem here, probably... .