Georgie's in a bit of hot water with ButterCup...
So, when I was buzzy with that Post-Surgical Delirium on Thursday, I remember thinking that it was Tuesday, which would have made this Saturday. But it’s not Saturday - it’s MONDAY. I’m so glad I don’t hafta wait two days for Monday to get here. It’s here!
So bright and early this morning, I went over to the Hive to show everybody that I’m completely back to normal again. I was highly pleased that they didn’t pass out or run away, like beefore. (That was so rude, ya’ know?)
I was also very happy when I ran into ButterCup and was tremendously excited to show her my new old face instead of the old face which was the new face of the Amalgamated Paper Spoon Company, but isn’t anymore. (I quit that.)
It was really great to see her (it’s been awhile), so I zoomed up to her to give her a big hug and show her that my face and stuff are completely back to normal, mostly.
She just kind of looked at me, crossed her wings and turned sideways.
Geeeeeeeeze. I couldn’t imagine what I might have done wrong.
“WHAT??” I asked.
Without even looking at me, she said, “You forgot, didn’t you?”
“Forgot?” I said, trying to think really fast, beecause I’m pretty sure I forgot something but I couldn’t remember what it would bee.
“No, I didn’t forget!” I said in a really nice voice. “I totally remembered.”
“No, you did not,” ButterCup said.
“Sure I did! I was just coming over to the Hive to cook you some Pollen Flake Biscuits for a Romantic Monday Morning Brunch, just like I promised,” I said.
“No, you weren’t,” she said. “I’m very hurt that you completely forgot my birthday,” she said and then she got kind of a pouty face and wouldn’t look at me.
“No, no! I didn’t forget! Don’t you remember?” I tried to sound convincing,”that I’d promised to come over and bake your some special Birthday Pollen Flake Biscuits! Don’t you remember?”
I hoped she would, beecause I didn’t. I also hope she didn’t notice that I didn’t have any Pollen Flake Biscuit Mix or spoons or bowls with me, either.
“Today is not my Birthday, Georgie. My birthday was last Thursday. That was four days ago. You’re a terrible liar,” she said.
“Last Thursday? Are you sure?” I said.
“Yes, I’m sure. My Birthday was last Thursday, you didn’t remember, and no, you never promised to bake me special Birthday Pollen Flake Biscuits. Beesides,” she continued, “you know very well that I despise Pollen Flake Biscuits, so your whole … thing … here that you’re trying to pull just isn’t working.”
Geeeeeeeeeeze. What was I supposed to say?
So I tried to explain to her in the most highly convincing manner possible. I knew I was a bee whose intentions were good, and for sure didn’t wanna bee misunderstood.
“I just lost track of time! I got a flat on the way home from buying a new calendar beecause I forgot what day it was! I thought Thursday was Tuesday and that Tuesday - which is tomorrow I now realise - wasn’t until next week! I don’t even remember Thursday! Then, when I was walking to Tyres’R’Us for a Spare Tire, I was attacked and found myself trapped in a rusty tin can by a roving band of Killer Bees and I couldn’t escape! No! No! That’s not what happened!!!” I finally remembered. “I was recovering my Plastic Surgery Reversal! I wasn’t a well bee!! I haven’t been myself lately! I’M SORRY!”
ButterCup finally unfolded her wings and put them on her hips, then said, “FINE. I suppose one of those excuses is beelievable, but you still missed my Birthday and you still have to make it up to me - BIG TIME.”
“How?” I asked.
“First, by taking me to lunch. Then we’ll take it from there.”
“Fine,” I said. “When?”
“Now,” she said.
So, now I’m changing into something more Brunch-Worthy, then I’m gonna go do that.
(I wonder what ButterCup wants beesides Brunch…?)
Anyway.
I hope everybody has a intriguingly luminescent day!
I’ll see ya’ later!