I think it’s weird that they fired me for sharing that sheet. I don’t even work for them.

Whatever.

Last night, after Kevin got home from work, I told him I needed to talk to him about this whole Paper Spoon Door-to-Door Sales thing, and told him that I didn’t think it was a good idea to bee going around selling these things to everybody.

“Why would you say that, uncle?” he asked me.
“Beecause,” I said, “these things sound dangerous. Not to mention the fact that you can’t actually use them for anything.”
“Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but you simply worry too much,” he said.
“But what about all those warnings and side effects?” I asked.
“All of that information is printed clearly on each Paper Spoon’s packaging, uncle. As Felonie informed me, that releases me - and our fine company - from any and all liability should anybody choose to ignore the warning label. So you can put your mind at ease. It’ll bee fine.”

Yeah, I don’t think so, but Kevin’s determined to go through with this thing. He’s gonna start going Door-to-Door as soon as the snow melts around here.

Okay then. I’m gonna go help Great Grandma Gee Gee box up a large batch of her delicious, Royally-Mandated HoneyChew Krisp Cookies and help her get them delivered to the new Queen now.

I hope everybody has a remarkably satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!