In case you missed it . . .
16/04/15 11:37
Hi everybody!
Hey. Several days ago, our Technical Squad told me that we had to update our website - and my Daily Diary stuff. It's not really a huge problem for me, but it does mean that ALL of my Daily Diary entries from the last six years or so aren't included here (which means that if you're just joining us, you've missed a whole bunch of stuff).
For now, I'm gonna put my entries beeginning from the end of March, 2015 through April 16th in this, one entry. (I know, it's amazingly long, but hopefully you'll find it interesting enough to read.)
If you still feel cheated, you can go to my Facebook page (Georgie Bee) - or The Bee Society Facebook page - and scroll back over the years. It's all there.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I dunno what else to do. (The idea of starting my Diary all over again, starting six years ago, doesn't appeal to me, ya' know what I mean?)
Anyway … Here is what you might have missed:
3.27.2015 - Friday
Well, this is interesting. . .
I was talking to Rudy yesterday about the upcoming Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake Up Party. First, I asked him if I could bee on the Planning Committee this year.
"No," he said.
"Can I bee on the Decorating Committee?"
"No," he said.
"Entertainment Committee?" I asked.
"No. I've already arranged for the entertainment. Prith, Thtyle and The Bender - the Killer Bees - will bee providing the entertainment thith year. They've put together a trio they call The Banditoth of Polka. They told me they play an athortment of lively danth muthic."
"The Banditos of Polka? Polka music? Seriously?" I had to ask.
"Okay then, how about Refreshments? Can I bee on the Refreshments Committee?"
"Yeth," he said. "you may bee on the Refrethmenth Committee, but only if you promith to provide a generouth thupply of Great Grandma Gee Gee'th cookieth."
"Not a problem. We'll get to work right away baking those. I'm sure Gee Gee will bee very happy to hear about this."
And she is. Kinda, in a way. After I told her about this, she asked how many cookies she should plan to bake. "Three dozen? Five dozen?" she asked.
I told her we'd bee needing about 387 dozen cookies, just in case. (We never know who might show up to the party or how hungry everybody's gonna bee, plus, if we have extras, that means I can take them back home with me.)
"Oh goodness me," she said. "I should start baking right away, then!"
So she's doing that.
3.30.2015 - Monday
Ah, Monday. Monday is so good to me. This Monday morning was all I hoped it would bee. (Hey, that should bee a song or something, ya' know? It almost totally rhymes almost.)
Well, as you might have guessed, Great Grandma Gee Gee is still at work baking all those cookies. She wanted me to find out how much longer she has to finish baking all 387 dozen of those things, so I went over to the Hive yesterday and asked Rudy when the Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Party is gonna bee.
"Thaturday," he said. "The fethtivitiths thart at theven."
So we have until Saturday to finish baking all those cookies. Fortunately, we have set up a highly effective and efficient production line to help things go faster. Gee Gee bakes the cookies, Kevin does a Random Quality, Flavour and Texture Taste-Test with each batch, then our resident iBee, Bert, has been programmed to make sure all the cookies are stacked neatly in the Secure Cookie Store Room we had to rent. (We did that so we wouldn't bee tempted to eat them all and to guard against any Unauthorised Nibblers that may try to gain access to the Cookie Inventory.) And, of course, beeing the well-organized, responsible bee that I am, I supervise the whole operation.
Our system is working almost perfectly, except it seems to us that Kevin may bee doing a little bit too much Random Testing. So far, I think he's done Random Taste Tests on about 18 dozen cookies. At this rate, Gee Gee's not sure if she'll bee able to supply all 387 dozen if he keeps doing this, so I've had to ask him not to do such a good job.
"Fine, uncle," he said. "If you're willing to take the foolish risk that some of these cookies aren't meeting our high standards of consistent taste and quality, and we end up with a bunch of sub-standard cookies, don't blame me."
"I won't," I told him, but needed to know, "How many sub-standard cookies have you found so far?"
"None," Kevin told me, "but that's beeside the point. I have a job to do here and far bee it from me to shirk my responsibilities."
Geeeeeeze. I never thought I'd say this, but I hope Kevin starts shirking his responsibilities as soon as possible so we can get all these cookies ready.
So, I suggested that he borrow a pair of my old Recreational Screen Bouncing shoes and spend the rest of today getting some exercise. That would help him lose some of that extra weight he's gained on the job.
So he's gonna go do that, whether he likes it or not.
It's such a beeeeeeautiful day out today that I think some Recreational Screen Bouncing would bee the perfect way to enjoy the day. So I'm gonna do that.
I hope everybody has a monumentally pleasant day! I'll see ya' later!
3.31.2015 - Tuesday
I'm pretty sure we all remember Kevin's Estranged Sister, Felonie, right? Well, for some reason, she showed up at my door yesterday. (Apparently, she and the rest of the Snarks made it through the last Cold Season. This is a picture of her and Kevin. She's the one on the right.)
"Yes?" I said, when I answered the door.
"We couldn't help but notice a most delightful aroma coming from here, so we wanted to know what it was."
"We?" I asked her.
"Yes, my daddy, Narville, my uncle, Chaz and I. For the past few days, we've been smelling the most delicious smell coming from your boot box. At first, we thought maybee you'd just gotten a new cologne or something, but that didn't make any sense."
"What you're smelling," I told her, "are cookies baking."
"Cookies?"
"Yes. We're baking cookies for the Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Party next Saturday."
"Oh," Felonie said. "Well thank you for clearing that up for us. If those cookies taste anything like they smell, they would have to bee the most delicious cookies ever made."
"Yes, they are," I said. "My great grandma Gee Gee - you can call her Blanche or Ma'am - bakes them. They're the best."
"Has she, by any chance, signed a manufacturing contract with you or anyone else?"
"A manufacturing contract?" I asked. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's going to bee my enthusiastic recommendation that your great grandma, Gee Gee..."
"Blanche," I reminded her. "To you, she's Blanche."
"That your great grandma, Blanche, come visit us at Snark Enterprises at her earliest possible convenience. I beelieve we have an offer she won't bee able to refuse. Let's say 1:00 this afternoon, shall we?"
"I'll give her the message," I told her.
"See that you do," Felonie said in not that friendly a way, then she left.
Oh geeeeeeeeze. To make a long story short, it appears that the Snark Brothers want to do a hostile take-over of Great Grandma Gee Gee's cookie manufacturing operations. I hafta' say that I don't think this is a good thing, but I suppose I need to tell her about the 1:00 appointment she has this afternoon. (I didn't wanna mention it to her yesterday or last night or this morning yet, beecause I don't wanna get her upset and interrupt her flow of baking those incredibly delicious cookies of hers. But I think I'd better let her know, but I'm gonna tell her that we should all go with her, just to make sure we see her again. (You know how the Snarks are.)
Anyway, I'm gonna go do that and then tell Kevin and Bert to pencil this into their calendars for this afternoon. If nothing else, we can at least help make sure that the Snarks don't try anything.
This is not what I'd planned to do today, but whatever.
Okay then! I hope everybody has a massively superior day!
I'll see ya' later!
4.1.2015 - Wednesday
Okay. At precisely 1:00 yesterday, my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, Bert the iBee, and I accompanied Great Grandma Gee Gee to her meeting with the Snark Brothers. She wasn't all that happy about having to interrupt her cookie baking schedule, but she went. (She's very polite, ya' know.)
When we got there, Kevin's estranged sister, Felonie. was waiting at their front door. The first thing she said was, "Did I say that this meeting was for all of you? No, I didn't. I said the appointment was just for her," and she pointed at Great Grandma Gee Gee. "The rest of you will simply have to wait here while we're conducting our necessary buzziness."
"Fine," I said, then I told Great Grandma Gee Gee that if she needed anything, that we'd bee right there, waiting.
"Don't worry your fuzzy little head, dear. I'll bee just fine. I'm sure this won't take long," she said.
I have no idea what exactly went on after she entered the office where Narville and Chaz Snark were waiting for her, but she was right: it didn't take very long. Beefore we knew it, she was beeing politely escorted out of the office and I heard Narville saying stuff like, "Again, please accepts my deepest and most sincere-like apologies, Yous Highness," and "We's doesn't want yous wasting no more of yous valuable time, ain't dat right, Chaz?" Then he poked Chaz and Chaz said, "Dat's right, Yous Majesty. We's sorry for bustin' up yous day like dis."
"And you boys won't let anything like this happen again?" I heard her say in a really nice, but firm voice.
"No Ma'am, dat's right. Dis was nuttin' buts a big misunderstanding," Narville said.
"Yeah, a big misunderstanding," Chaz said, as he was opening doors for her and also calling her "ma'am" and stuff.
"Very well then," Gee Gee said to them. "In the meantime, I will make sure you boys get some of my cookies, but remember: you must wait until after your supper to eat them. Promise me."
"We wouldn't TINK of it, Ma'am, and tank yous very much-like for yous kindness and understanding," Narville said, then he told Chaz, "Makes sure dat da lady here gets home wit no problems." Then he turned to Felonie and said, "And you: In my office. Now. We's gonna have us a little visit."
I hafta say that I've never seen Felonie look quite that nervous beefore.
I wonder what happened?
Anyway, Chaz Snark was kind enough to help escort Great Grandma Gee Gee home, then very politely thanked her when she gave him a bunch of cookies beefore he left. (I might have just been imagining this, but it almost looked like he bowed to her beefore he left. Geeeze. I've never seen him bee so polite to anybody.)
We asked Gee Gee what happened, but she just said, "Oh, it was nothing, dear. I've known those boys since they were just larvae and sometimes they just get a little too full of themselves, but I had a very pleasant visit with them and I'm sure they won't bee bothering us anymore."
Then she told us she needed to get back to baking her cookies if she was gonna get them all done in time for the party on Saturday.
So she did that.
I gotta say that I like having my great grandma Gee Gee around more than ever now. She makes me feel safe, ya' know? She's very special.
Anyway. The Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future said that it's supposed to bee another pretty nice day out today, so I gonna go enjoy that.
I hope everybody has a miraculously festive day! I'll see ya' later!
4.2.2015 - Thursday
So just a little while ago, Bert walked into the kitchen where we'll all still hard at work baking cookies for the party on Saturday. He clicked twice and said,
"Attention: It is Thursday, April 2, 2015.The local time is precisely 10:15 and 23 seconds. The current outdoor temperature is a balmy 275.3167 degrees Kelvin. Our current recorded inventory of Honeychew Krispy Cookies is exactly approximately 4,104 Units. Attaining the final inventory count will require the production of 540 additional Honeychew Krispy Cookies within the next 46 hours and 45 minutes. According to my infallible and most current calculations, it will bee necessary to produce an average of 11.55080213 Cookies Per Hour in order to reach the targeted final production of 387 dozen Honeychew Krispy Cookies within the predefined parameters of the stated target deadline. Have a nice day."
Then he walked out.
Oh geeeeeeze. That's still a lot of cookies to bake, isn’t it?
"Goodness gracious," Great Grandma Gee Gee said. "Thank you, Bert. That is very useful information. I think if we stay up all night and work all day tomorrow, we just might bee able to bee finished with this in time."
Great Grandma Gee Gee is such an optimist, ya' know? But if she says we can do it, then we can. So that's what we're gonna do today.
I hope everybody has a remarkably superior day! I'll see ya' later!
4.3.2015 - Friday
I’m very pleased to report that, thanks to the coordinated efforts and combined assistance of my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, Bert the iBee and me, Great Grandma Gee Gee successfully baked 387 dozen of her amazingly delicious Honeychew Krispy cookies.
We couldn’t bee more pleased.
At the moment, Bert is completing the task of delivering all those cookies to the Hive for tomorrow’s Welcome Back to the New Warm Season Party which starts promptly at 7. We’re all very excited.
Today, I’m supposed to go shopping with ButterCup to help her find a new outfit for the party. I asked her what was wrong with the one she already has and she just gave me a dirty look and said, “You’re not serious.”
Actually, I was. But whatever.
She also told me that she expects me to find something appropriately complementary to wear, so we don’t end up clashing as a couple at the party.
At first, I thought she said, ‘crashing’ the party, so I told her that we wouldn’t bee crashing the party, since we were invited and had provided all the cookies, after all.
She just looked at me funny and said, “Of course we are.”
“Crashing the party?” I asked.
“No. Invited. We’re invited to the party.”
“Of course we are. That’s what I said,” I said.
“Let’s just drop it,” she said. (I’m not sure she’s completely awake yet.)
“We’re leaving to go shopping in ten minutes. Just bee ready,” she told me, then she flew off to fix her makeup.
So I’m gonna go do that. (Not go fix my makeup. I’m gonna get ready to go shopping. I don’t wear makeup. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that beefore at some point.)
We’re all very excited about the party and hope that we baked enough cookies. Nothing will spoil a good party more than running out of cookies, ya’ know?
Anyway, I’ll tell everybody all about the party on Monday! In the meantime, I hope everybody has a refreshingly noteworthy day & weekend!
I’ll see ya’ later!
4.6.2015 - Monday
So it just occurred to me that there are only SEVEN MORE DAYS until next Monday! I can hardly wait! In the meantime, I guess I should just enjoy this one while it lasts. Mondays are the best, aren't they?
You're probably wondering about how this year's Welcome Back to the New Warm Season Party went, aren't you? (I didn't see you there, so I'm assuming you were buzzy doing other things, right?)
The first thing I'll say is this: we had enough cookies for everybody. Rudy thought we might even have too many, beecause there were about four bees who ate way too many and had to go see Ph. Bee, the Hive Doctor, to bee treated for a Honeychew Krispy Cookie Overdose. They just couldn't stop eating them (but that's understandable). Still, after the party was over, we ended up having to do interventions for a few of them in an effort to get them to seek the help they need with that problem. I've heard there's an HKCAA (Honeychew Krispy Cookie Addicts Anonymous) meeting almost every day this week - or until all the cookies are gone.
So that was interesting.
As for me, I hafta say that I don't think I really enjoyed the party this year as much as I usually do. Oh sure, the entertainment was great and everybody was happy that we didn't run out of refreshments, but It just so happens that, this year, Rudy came up with this "New Tradition" which he told me he was calling "The New Warm Theathon Lucky Bunny". Then said, "and the good newth ith that YOU have been thelected ath the very FIRTHT Warm Theathon Lucky Bunny. Here'th your cothtume. Pleath put it on."
So I did that. At first, I felt honoured to bee selected as the first Warm Season Lucky Bunny, but geeeeeeeze, what a mistake.
As he explained it to me only after I put on the costume (which was very hot and stuffy, by the way), he had informed everybody at the party to rub the Good Luck Bunny's fluffy tail so they'd have good luck for the rest of the Warm Season.
"Jutht rub the Bunnyth tail and you'll have good luck for the retht of the theathon," he told them. So they did that.
It was highly embarrassing.
Seriously now. I don't know where Rudy comes up with this stuff, but I'm just gonna say right now that I'm never doing that again - and I don't care how many cookies he pays me, either.
Anyway, after the party ended yesterday, Rudy told me that he wants the costume cleaned (especially the tail) and make sure it's returned to the Hive Wardrobe Department beefore the end of the day. So I hafta go take that to the cleaners right away.
I hope everybody has a magnificently pleasant day! I'll see ya' later!
4.7.2015 - Tuesday
Well, I might as well tell you about something that happened a few days ago. I've pretty much ignored this until now, but now it seems that I can't avoid the topic anymore. So ...
During the party last Saturday, and when everybody was rubbing the tail for good luck on that ridiculous bunny I had to wear, Kevin's Estranged Sister, Felonie, started giving me a really hard time. When she took her turn to rub my tail, she said, "Georgie, what is that extra, pointy thing I feel underneath this fluffy tail?"
"You mean, my stinger?" I asked.
"Is that what that is?"
"Well, yeah."
"When you and the rest of the bunch from your boot box were walking away the other day, I THOUGHT I spotted a stinger on you. I was going to say something, but I thought I was imagining things. So my compound eyes weren't deceiving me?"
"Nope," I said.
"But," she paused for a minute, then said, "you're a male bee, right?"
"Correct. I am," I told her.
"And you have a stinger?"
"Exactly, yes I do," I told her. "A very nice one, if I do say so myself."
"But male honeybees don't have stingers, Georgie. What's that all about?"
I hafta admit that I was a bit surprised that Felonie is actually the first one to ever say anything about this to me. Maybee everybody else has noticed that I'm a male honey bee who has a stinger, but just kinda' shrugged it off or something, but she just kept at me.
"Well why do you have a stinger?" she asked.
"I dunno. I was born this way? I mean, as long as I've known me, I've had a stinger. Is there a problem here?"
"Well, yes," Felonie said. "You're not supposed to have a stinger and I think it's weird that you have one. I'll bet everybody makes fun of you a lot, right? I mean, there must bee something terribly wrong with you if you're a drone with a stinger. No wonder you don't live in the Hive. You probably got tired of all the bullying, right?"
"No," I said. "You're the only one who's mentioned it so far, but whatever."
"I find that difficult to beelieve," she said. "I can't beelieve that when you were growing up, you didn't just want to hide from everybody, considering you have that freakish stinger?"
"No, I didn't. It's just who I am. It was how I was made, that's all. I think most everybody just accepts the fact that I have a stinger and goes on with their lives. Is it really that big a deal?"
"Oh yes," Felonie said. "It's just not the way you're supposed to bee."
"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry? It's just the way I am."
"Does it work?" she asked.
"My stinger?" I asked.
"Yes. Does it work?"
"I dunno," I told her. "I've never used it. I've never wanted to sting anybody. Plus, I heard that if I did use it, I'd die. I'd rather not do that."
"Couldn't you have it surgically removed, so you can bee normal, like all the other male honey bees?"
"Why? I kinda' like it. It gives me a special extra something that most other bees don't have. I think it's unique, so I've never thought about having it surgically removed. Beesides, that would hurt. A lot."
"No pain, no gain," Felonie said. "But I guess you've made up your mind that you just want to bee weird."
"Different," I said. "I'm just different."
"You're weird. There should bee a law against you. And I think I need to go away from you now," she said.
Then she left.
Geeeeeeeze.
But that was fine with me that she just went away. She's not all that pleasant to bee around, ya' know, so I figure that if she and I just stay out of each other's way, we'll get along just fine.
Anyway, I just thought I'd bring that up today beecause I figure it's only a matter of time beefore somebody else asks me why I have a stinger. It's hasn't been an issue until now, but these days, it seems like there are some of us who just want everybody to bee the same, doesn't it?
I guess I don't have much more to tell you about this. I was born with a stinger and that's the way it is. In the end, it really doesn't matter, so I'm keeping it. I like me just the way I am.
So the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying it's gonna bee another spectacularly nice day out today! The sun is shining, everything's starting to bloom and Bert just told me that it's already a balmy 287.039 Degrees Kelvin out, so I think beefore the wind starts blowing again, I'm gonna take my stinger and go enjoy some Recreational Screen Bouncing,
I hope everybody has an amazingly superior day! I'll see ya' later!
4.8.2015 - Wednesday
You probably already know that during the early part of each new Warm Season, there are days that are just perfect for buzzing around outside in the warm sun and scouting out various gourmet pollens and nectars. Then there are other days when it's just too chilly to do much of anything. Today is one of those days that it's just too chilly outside. Plus, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying that it's supposed to bee super-windy today. If you've ever tried to collect pollen or just enjoy a refreshing sip of nectar when the wind is blowing at 87 miles per hour, you already know that it's best to just stay inside and watch your stories on TV.
And that's just what I'm gonna do.
I've been so buzzy with so many things lately that I just haven't had the time to sit around and catch up with all those episodes of "As The Hive Turns" I haven't seen yet. In the last episode I saw, Lance and Loretta were arguing about who should bee responsible for taking out the trash now that their son, Slate, had run away to Venezuela with his girlfriend, Alexis, to start up their own Honey Distillery. Loretta was very upset by all this, beecause she had hoped that Alexis would follow in her footsteps and beecome a World-Renowned Gossip Columnist, and Lance was upset beecause it looked like he was going to get stuck having to take out the trash all the time. Things were very tense, so I'm very curious about what's happened since the latest episode I got to watch.
Anyway, I need to catch up with all that, beecause the new season is starting next Tuesday and there's nothing I dislike more than not knowing what's going on, ya' know?
So I'm gonna go do that, right after I find out who's knocking at my door.
I hope everybody has a shockingly inspiring day! I'll see ya' later!
4.9.2015 - Thursday
Remember when I mentioned yesterday that there was somebody knocking on my boot box door? Well get this: it was Felonie, Kevin's Estranged Sister.
When I answered the door, she was standing there with a thick stack of papers in her wings and with this look on her face that said, "I mean buzziness", so I asked her why she came over.
"As you know," she told me, "your Great Grandma Gee Gee's...,"
"Blanche. Great Grandma Blanche - or 'Ma'am' to you. But go ahead," I said.
"As you know," she started over, your Great Grandma Blanche's Honeychew Krispy Cookies were a true hit at last weekend's party."
"Yes, they were. They're delicious," I commented.
"Correct. Therefore, and upon careful consideration of the market potential of the cookies we were just discussing, we have decided to purchase the rights to the manufacturing and distribution of any and all future batches of those cookies."
"Who is 'we'?" I had to ask, even though I already knew the answer.
"My daddy, Narville, my uncle Chaz and I, that's who," she said in a matter-of-fact way.
"I see," I said.
"In addition," Felonie continued, "we have already applied for and been granted the registered trademark for the name, 'Great Grandma Gee Gee's Spectacularly Delicious and Nutritious, Gluten-Free, High-Cal Honeychew Krisp Deluxe Cookies: The Cookies of the Next Generation™', which we will bee using on all of our product packaging and marketing materials."
"Isn't that name kinda long?" I asked her.
"No. It's very descriptive and can bee defended in Her Majesty's Royal Court should anyone attempt to infringe on our claim."
"I see," I said again. "But I need to ask you something here."
"Yes?" Felonie said impatiently.
"Do you have Gee Gee's permission to do all of this? I mean, don't you need her permission - not to mention her recipe - to start manufacturing and selling these cookies?"
"I'm glad you asked that question. According to our legal consultants..."
"Who are?" I asked.
"who are Price, Style and The Bender, who have had extensive experience with the law..." she started to say.
"The Killer Bees? The Killer Bees are your legal counsel? Seriously?"
"Indeed they are and, upon consulting with them, they clearly advised us, and I quote: 'Permission? Permission?!!?!? You don't need no stinking permission!', close quote."
"But," I started to say, but she interrupted me.
"Therefore, I am here today to obtain your Great Grandmother's signature on these documents. Included in this packet are the contract she is required to sign, releasing any and all claim to her Honeychew Krisp Cookies, a contract obligating her to release the recipe to us for future manufacturing purposes, a No-Compete Agreement which is non-negotiable, and a Formal Release Form which allows us to use her name and image for any purpose we deem necessary or desirable."
I hafta admit, I really didn't know what to say to her, so I just kind of stood there and stared at her for awhile, until I finally said, "I'm sorry. She's not in." Then I just closed the door. I could hear Felonie buzzing loudly from the other side of the closed door in a super-threatening tone, "This is not over, Bee. Rest assured, I will bee back."
Then she finally left.
Geeeeeeeeze. Snark Brothers Enterprises are attempting a hostile take-over of Great Grandma Gee Gee's cookies? Nothing about this feels right to me.
Anyway, I told Gee Gee about what Felonie had to say. She just kind of shook her head, smiled and said, "Oh goodness gracious, not again."
"Not again?" I asked.
"Oh yes, dear. It seems this sort of thing happens all the time. But don't you worry your fuzzy little head about it. I know how to handle this, so just leave it to me."
So I'm gonna do that.
When I find out more about what happens next with all of this, I'll let you know. I'm sure you're as curious as I am about how Gee Gee's gonna handle this.
Okay then. That's about all I have to say today, so ... I hope everybody has an irresistibly phenomenal day! I'll see ya' later!
4.10.2015 - Friday
So after Felonie left all in a huff yesterday and Great Grandma Gee Gee told me she was going to handle this Hostile Cookie Takeover Incident, I asked her if she wanted me to call S.O.Bee.
"S.O.Bee? Who is that, dear?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I might have forgotten to introduce you to him during the party last weekend since I had to spend all my time in that ridiculous bunny costume having my tail rubbed for good luck. S.O. Bee is our Hive lawyer," I told her.
Gee Gee just kind of laughed and said, "Well, thank you for making the offer, but I already know who to contact and, as they have beefore, I'm very certain they will bee able to settle this silly dispute."
Then she sat down for a few minutes and wrote a brief note, and handed it to me.
"Dear? Would you please send this as Buzz•O•Gram for me? And bee sure to get a certified copy of it, then bring it back to me? I'd really appreciate it."
"Of course," I said.
"Thank you. You're such a comfort. And here is the address it needs to be sent to," then she handed me another piece of waxed paper with an address written on it and told me I should make sure her message was sent right away.
So I did that. When I got back, Gee Gee gave me a cookie for running the errand for her. (Have I mentioned that she's the BEST Great Grandma a bee could ever have?)
Anyway, you won't beelieve this, but about a half an hour ago. I was sitting there, quietly enjoying an acorn cap full of my morning nectar when I suddenly heard all this loud buzzing outside my boot box. Gee Gee was sitting with me, so I asked, "I wonder what that is?"
"Oh how wonderful! It sounds like they're here," she said, then we both went to the door to see what the buzz was all about.
Buzzing around in front of my boot box was a Swarm of about 300 bees, all carrying briefcases.
"Who are they?" I asked Gee Gee.
"Well, these are more of my lovely Great Grandchildren, Georgie. I'm sorry you've never met, but I'll bee glad to introduce them all to you. There are 329 of them. Beesides beeing my beeloved Great Grandchildren, all of them are lawyers or retired Judges who own and operate something they call the Longshot Litigation Associates," she told me.
"They're all lawyers?" I asked.
"Oh yes, and very good lawyers. They are my legal defence team and will bee handling this situation with the Snarks for me. Isn't that sweet of them?"
"Yes, it is," I had to agree.
"They must bee expensive," I said.
"Oh goodness gracious no," Gee Gee laughed. "They're more than happy to help out their Great Grandma Gee Gee - and they all know that when they're done, I'll give each of them a cookie."
"I wish I had a lawyer who worked for cookies," I muttered, thinking of all the honey I've had to pay S.O.Bee over the years.
"What, dear?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking out loud.
"That's fine, dear," she said, patting me gently on my head.
So here I am, surrounded by a legal team made up of a Swarm of 329 bees and who all said "YES, PLEASE" when I asked them if they wanted some morning nectar.
Geeeeeeze. I hope I have enough acorn caps to go around.
Anyway. I need to get going here and deal with the beverage services while Gee Gee and her Legal Team sit down and go over the details of this dispute with the Snark Brothers.
I hope everybody has a mysteriously wonderful day! I'll see ya' on Monday!
4.13.2015 - Monday
It’s a chilly Monday! Of course, that’s perfect, except for the fact that it’s chilly out. At least it’s Monday, right?
Well, the saga of the Snark Brothers trying to do a hostile take-over of Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Honeychew Krisp Cookies is continuing. As you know, Gee Gee’s team of 329 lawyers showed up the other day. They spent the entire weekend preparing their case. Sometime later this morning, I’ve heard they’ll bee delivering the Snarks an official “Order to Knock It Off and Go Away”, which they plan to serve on them right after they file it with the Hive’s Office of Superfluous Documents and pay the filing fee of 50 pounds of honey.
They showed me a copy of this thing. If you ask me, it looks fairly repetitive, since each one of Gee’s Gee’s lawyers put together his or her own version of the counter-suit which essentially offers tells the Snark Brothers to knock it off. Every version is about 87 pages long, so with all 329 lawyers, that means there’s a stack of neatly bound beeswaxed paper sitting in my living room that is 28,623 pages thick. That’s a lot of beeswaxed paper.
I asked them how long my living space was gonna bee all clogged up with these legal proceedings, and they told me that they were gonna call a delivery service to help them get the complaint to the Hive’s office as soon as it opens, which just happens to bee in about two hours from now - or precisely at 11:22 a.m. The Office of Superfluous Documents is only open on Mondays from 11:22 a.m. to 11:24 a.m., so they asked if I knew a reliable Delivery Service.
“Yes, I do,” I told them. “I recommend the ‘Bee There Sooner Than Later Critical Document and Dry Cleaning Pick-Up and Delivery Service’. Their slogan is ‘The More You Ask Us When We’ll Finally Bee There, The Longer It Will Take Us.’ ”. (They’ve mostly always been highly reliable when I’ve needed my Screen Bouncing Togs dry-cleaned, sometimes.)
I’m just guessing, but I have a feeling that it’s gonna take the Delivery Service more than one trip to get this stack of beewaxed paper to that office in time.
So, right now, we’re all just sitting around, waiting for the Delivery Service to arrive so this whole Hostile Cookie Takeover Incident can bee dealt with, which will bee a good thing. They haven’t shown up yet, but I’m sure they’ll bee here. They promised to arrive promptly at 9:00 a.m. to do the pick-up. They’re only 33 minutes late (which seems to have Gee Gee’s lawyers worried… they’re all just pacing around here nervously). Have you ever had to spend a morning surrounded by 329 bees who are holding briefcases pacing around nervously? Me neither. I gotta say: it really feels crowded and stuffy in here at the moment.
Anyway, that’s pretty much what’s going on today. I’ll letcha know what happens next with all of this. In the meantime, I hope everybody has an exhilaratingly momentous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
4.14.2015 - Tuesday
I’m pleased to report that Great Grandma Gee Gee’s team of lawyers have successfully submitted all the required paperwork to the Hive’s Office of Superfluous Documents.
“Now,” one of them told me yesterday, “all we have to do is to wait to hear when this case will bee heard.”
“And when do you think that will bee?” I asked.
“It depends,” she said. “If everything goes smoothly, the Royal Court could beegin to hear this case sometime in mid-August; however, if the defendants,”
“You mean, the Snark Brothers?” I asked.
“Yes, if the Snark Brothers decide to make this more complicated than it already is, we may find ourselves waiting much longer,” she said.
“How much longer?” I asked.
“Several years, most likely. But, in the meantime, the Snark Brothers may not attempt to move forward with their efforts at a Hostile Cookie Take-Over, unless their legal counsel attempts to advise them to move their planned operations overseas, in which case, this thing will beecome even more complicated. But we’re trying to deal with that, too.”
“How?” I asked.
“By challenging the qualifications of their legal counsel. We hold that Price, Style and The Bender, the Killer Bees, are not authorised to practise law. In our opinion, having multiple encounters with the authorities in which they have found themselves in custody does not qualify them to bee lawyers.”
“I’d hafta agree,” I said. “I hope we win.”
“So do we,” she said. “As important a landmark case as this may bee, I’m sure all of us would like to see this wrapped up as quickly as possible. In the meantime, we’re leaving.”
“Leaving? Going away?” I couldn’t understand why they would leave in the middle of all this.
“Yes. The rest of the team and I will bee leaving until we receive notice that our case has been put on the Royal Calendar. Beetween then and now, we’ll bee able to work more efficiently from our own offices - plus, we have a really nice Automatic Nectar Machine which, unlike the way it is around here, actually offers us enough nectar to keep us going through the day.”
“I understand. And sorry about the nectar shortage over the past few days,” I apologised to her. “I don’t usually have an extra 329 guests to take care of, ya’ know.”
“We completely understand,” she said, “as I’m sure you will understand when we must present this billing invoice for all the nectar we’ve had to order in while we’ve been working on Gee Gee’s case. We’re perfectly content to settle our substantial fee with her cookies, but nectar is an essential element which, as you know, is not free.”
“But it is free,” I pointed out. “You just hafta go outside and… .”
“So here is our bill for that. We’re holding you responsible, since you were the one who first asked if we wanted nectar, to which we said yes. That,” she said, “is a contract. And please, if you would, send your payment in unbreakable, leak-proof containers. We appreciate it very much.”
I hafta admit: when I saw the bill, I almost passed out. 32,953 pounds of honey for the nectar they had to bring in? But, I guess if that’s what it takes to defend Great Grandma’s Honeychew Krisp cookies, that’s what it’ll bee.
I’m thinking of doing a fund-raiser.
Anyway, at the moment, the legal team is buzzy packing their stuff and getting ready to leave. Great Grandma Gee Gee already baked them each a cookie to pay their fee, so that’s a good thing. (I asked her if she had any extra ones for Kevin and me, and she just smiled, rubbed me on my back and said, “Of course, dear. How could I possibly forget you two?” She’s so nice.)
As glad as I am that they showed up, I’ll bee extra glad when my boot box isn’t so jammed with a bunch of other bees and beeing able to get up in the morning and still find some Morning Nectar left, for a change.
Okay then. That’s where we’re at in all of this. Later today, Kevin and I are gonna do a bunch of chores around here and help get things back to normal. (That was Gee Gee’s idea.) So, I’m gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has a massively superlative day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
4.15.2015 - Wednesday
Well, I'm glad I checked out that "ZAP" sound that came from the other room yesterday. It turns out, it was Cutie, coming back through the Wormhole from her extended visit with her relatives.
I had completely forgotten that she was gone (she's a very quiet roommate, ya' know).
It was nice to see her again. I could tell from her colour that she was in a good mood, so I was hoping we'd all bee able to sit down together last night and hear all about her visit. Unfortunately, she said, "I'm only going to stay a minute or two. I just needed to pop in to grab a few things, then I'm going back to stay with my family a little longer. Dried Leaf Season it at it's height there, so I most certainly do not wish to miss that. Beesides," she said, "I can already tell that it's getting too hot here. You know how I feel about warm weather."
She doesn't like warm weather.
To make a long story short, she grabbed a few things, handed us a note that was in a small bottle around her neck ("Here's my forwarding address. Please see that any correspondence I may receive is sent along to me in a timely fashion," she said), told us that we could probably unplug the Bubble Drive, at least until our next Cool Season arrives, wished us all well, and slithered back into the Bubble Drive. Of course, Great Grandma Gee Gee gave her a cookie beefore she left, which she ate immediately.. Cutie just said, "I don't know you or who you are, but these cookies are almost as good as a Dried Leaf Munchie Bar. Thank you! If you still happen to bee here when I get back again, we'll visit."
"That would bee just fine, dear," Gee Gee said. "and I'm glad you enjoyed your cookie."
"I did!" Cutie said, then she disappeared into the Wormhole again.
Kevin just stood there during all of this and didn't say anything, but he looked very sad after Cutie left.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I miss my pet Frequentile," he said. "I wish Cutie would have stayed."
"Don't worry," I told him. "She'll bee back."
"Whatever," he said.
So, that's what's going on at the moment. The boot box is all tidied up and most everything else is pretty much done around here, so I guess I'm gonna spend the day just kind of relaxing.
I hope everybody has a magically delightful day! I'll see ya' later!
4.16.2015 - Thursday
When I woke up this morning and looked outside, I figured that the order for more Powdered Sugar that Great Grandma Gee had ordered had finally been delivered. As it turns out, it was just a whole bunch of snow. (I didn't think she had ordered THAT much powdered sugar).
Ya hafta admit: they look a lot alike.
Anyway.
I think we’re all aware that, next week, ButterCup celebrates her Birthday. Again. (Don’t tell her I added that ‘again’ part, okay? She’s very sensitive about stuff like that.)
So, as you probably already guessed, I’ll bee planning a very special party for her next Tuesday. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do yet, but both Kevin and Great Grandma Gee Gee say they’ll help, so I’m sure it’ll bee fine.
One thing I know for sure: I don’t wanna forget ButterCup’s Birthday, like I did that one time. That was not pleasant. I think it’s enough to say that, when I realise her birthday is coming up again, I feel a sense of panic set in and know that I need to come up with something special and to also not completely forget about it. (That was ONE time. Geeeeeeeeze.)
Our first Party Planning Meeting is today. I’m wondering if we should go with a Theme this year. Maybe something like, “Great Birthdays in Ancient History” or something like that. That would bee good, right?
Well, the meeting is gonna start here shortly, so I need to go get ready for that.
I hope everybody has a ridiculously festive day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Hey. Several days ago, our Technical Squad told me that we had to update our website - and my Daily Diary stuff. It's not really a huge problem for me, but it does mean that ALL of my Daily Diary entries from the last six years or so aren't included here (which means that if you're just joining us, you've missed a whole bunch of stuff).
For now, I'm gonna put my entries beeginning from the end of March, 2015 through April 16th in this, one entry. (I know, it's amazingly long, but hopefully you'll find it interesting enough to read.)
If you still feel cheated, you can go to my Facebook page (Georgie Bee) - or The Bee Society Facebook page - and scroll back over the years. It's all there.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I dunno what else to do. (The idea of starting my Diary all over again, starting six years ago, doesn't appeal to me, ya' know what I mean?)
Anyway … Here is what you might have missed:
3.27.2015 - Friday
Well, this is interesting. . .
I was talking to Rudy yesterday about the upcoming Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake Up Party. First, I asked him if I could bee on the Planning Committee this year.
"No," he said.
"Can I bee on the Decorating Committee?"
"No," he said.
"Entertainment Committee?" I asked.
"No. I've already arranged for the entertainment. Prith, Thtyle and The Bender - the Killer Bees - will bee providing the entertainment thith year. They've put together a trio they call The Banditoth of Polka. They told me they play an athortment of lively danth muthic."
"The Banditos of Polka? Polka music? Seriously?" I had to ask.
"Okay then, how about Refreshments? Can I bee on the Refreshments Committee?"
"Yeth," he said. "you may bee on the Refrethmenth Committee, but only if you promith to provide a generouth thupply of Great Grandma Gee Gee'th cookieth."
"Not a problem. We'll get to work right away baking those. I'm sure Gee Gee will bee very happy to hear about this."
And she is. Kinda, in a way. After I told her about this, she asked how many cookies she should plan to bake. "Three dozen? Five dozen?" she asked.
I told her we'd bee needing about 387 dozen cookies, just in case. (We never know who might show up to the party or how hungry everybody's gonna bee, plus, if we have extras, that means I can take them back home with me.)
"Oh goodness me," she said. "I should start baking right away, then!"
So she's doing that.
3.30.2015 - Monday
Ah, Monday. Monday is so good to me. This Monday morning was all I hoped it would bee. (Hey, that should bee a song or something, ya' know? It almost totally rhymes almost.)
Well, as you might have guessed, Great Grandma Gee Gee is still at work baking all those cookies. She wanted me to find out how much longer she has to finish baking all 387 dozen of those things, so I went over to the Hive yesterday and asked Rudy when the Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Party is gonna bee.
"Thaturday," he said. "The fethtivitiths thart at theven."
So we have until Saturday to finish baking all those cookies. Fortunately, we have set up a highly effective and efficient production line to help things go faster. Gee Gee bakes the cookies, Kevin does a Random Quality, Flavour and Texture Taste-Test with each batch, then our resident iBee, Bert, has been programmed to make sure all the cookies are stacked neatly in the Secure Cookie Store Room we had to rent. (We did that so we wouldn't bee tempted to eat them all and to guard against any Unauthorised Nibblers that may try to gain access to the Cookie Inventory.) And, of course, beeing the well-organized, responsible bee that I am, I supervise the whole operation.
Our system is working almost perfectly, except it seems to us that Kevin may bee doing a little bit too much Random Testing. So far, I think he's done Random Taste Tests on about 18 dozen cookies. At this rate, Gee Gee's not sure if she'll bee able to supply all 387 dozen if he keeps doing this, so I've had to ask him not to do such a good job.
"Fine, uncle," he said. "If you're willing to take the foolish risk that some of these cookies aren't meeting our high standards of consistent taste and quality, and we end up with a bunch of sub-standard cookies, don't blame me."
"I won't," I told him, but needed to know, "How many sub-standard cookies have you found so far?"
"None," Kevin told me, "but that's beeside the point. I have a job to do here and far bee it from me to shirk my responsibilities."
Geeeeeeze. I never thought I'd say this, but I hope Kevin starts shirking his responsibilities as soon as possible so we can get all these cookies ready.
So, I suggested that he borrow a pair of my old Recreational Screen Bouncing shoes and spend the rest of today getting some exercise. That would help him lose some of that extra weight he's gained on the job.
So he's gonna go do that, whether he likes it or not.
It's such a beeeeeeautiful day out today that I think some Recreational Screen Bouncing would bee the perfect way to enjoy the day. So I'm gonna do that.
I hope everybody has a monumentally pleasant day! I'll see ya' later!
3.31.2015 - Tuesday
I'm pretty sure we all remember Kevin's Estranged Sister, Felonie, right? Well, for some reason, she showed up at my door yesterday. (Apparently, she and the rest of the Snarks made it through the last Cold Season. This is a picture of her and Kevin. She's the one on the right.)
"Yes?" I said, when I answered the door.
"We couldn't help but notice a most delightful aroma coming from here, so we wanted to know what it was."
"We?" I asked her.
"Yes, my daddy, Narville, my uncle, Chaz and I. For the past few days, we've been smelling the most delicious smell coming from your boot box. At first, we thought maybee you'd just gotten a new cologne or something, but that didn't make any sense."
"What you're smelling," I told her, "are cookies baking."
"Cookies?"
"Yes. We're baking cookies for the Welcome to the New Warm Season Wake-Up Party next Saturday."
"Oh," Felonie said. "Well thank you for clearing that up for us. If those cookies taste anything like they smell, they would have to bee the most delicious cookies ever made."
"Yes, they are," I said. "My great grandma Gee Gee - you can call her Blanche or Ma'am - bakes them. They're the best."
"Has she, by any chance, signed a manufacturing contract with you or anyone else?"
"A manufacturing contract?" I asked. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's going to bee my enthusiastic recommendation that your great grandma, Gee Gee..."
"Blanche," I reminded her. "To you, she's Blanche."
"That your great grandma, Blanche, come visit us at Snark Enterprises at her earliest possible convenience. I beelieve we have an offer she won't bee able to refuse. Let's say 1:00 this afternoon, shall we?"
"I'll give her the message," I told her.
"See that you do," Felonie said in not that friendly a way, then she left.
Oh geeeeeeeeze. To make a long story short, it appears that the Snark Brothers want to do a hostile take-over of Great Grandma Gee Gee's cookie manufacturing operations. I hafta' say that I don't think this is a good thing, but I suppose I need to tell her about the 1:00 appointment she has this afternoon. (I didn't wanna mention it to her yesterday or last night or this morning yet, beecause I don't wanna get her upset and interrupt her flow of baking those incredibly delicious cookies of hers. But I think I'd better let her know, but I'm gonna tell her that we should all go with her, just to make sure we see her again. (You know how the Snarks are.)
Anyway, I'm gonna go do that and then tell Kevin and Bert to pencil this into their calendars for this afternoon. If nothing else, we can at least help make sure that the Snarks don't try anything.
This is not what I'd planned to do today, but whatever.
Okay then! I hope everybody has a massively superior day!
I'll see ya' later!
4.1.2015 - Wednesday
Okay. At precisely 1:00 yesterday, my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, Bert the iBee, and I accompanied Great Grandma Gee Gee to her meeting with the Snark Brothers. She wasn't all that happy about having to interrupt her cookie baking schedule, but she went. (She's very polite, ya' know.)
When we got there, Kevin's estranged sister, Felonie. was waiting at their front door. The first thing she said was, "Did I say that this meeting was for all of you? No, I didn't. I said the appointment was just for her," and she pointed at Great Grandma Gee Gee. "The rest of you will simply have to wait here while we're conducting our necessary buzziness."
"Fine," I said, then I told Great Grandma Gee Gee that if she needed anything, that we'd bee right there, waiting.
"Don't worry your fuzzy little head, dear. I'll bee just fine. I'm sure this won't take long," she said.
I have no idea what exactly went on after she entered the office where Narville and Chaz Snark were waiting for her, but she was right: it didn't take very long. Beefore we knew it, she was beeing politely escorted out of the office and I heard Narville saying stuff like, "Again, please accepts my deepest and most sincere-like apologies, Yous Highness," and "We's doesn't want yous wasting no more of yous valuable time, ain't dat right, Chaz?" Then he poked Chaz and Chaz said, "Dat's right, Yous Majesty. We's sorry for bustin' up yous day like dis."
"And you boys won't let anything like this happen again?" I heard her say in a really nice, but firm voice.
"No Ma'am, dat's right. Dis was nuttin' buts a big misunderstanding," Narville said.
"Yeah, a big misunderstanding," Chaz said, as he was opening doors for her and also calling her "ma'am" and stuff.
"Very well then," Gee Gee said to them. "In the meantime, I will make sure you boys get some of my cookies, but remember: you must wait until after your supper to eat them. Promise me."
"We wouldn't TINK of it, Ma'am, and tank yous very much-like for yous kindness and understanding," Narville said, then he told Chaz, "Makes sure dat da lady here gets home wit no problems." Then he turned to Felonie and said, "And you: In my office. Now. We's gonna have us a little visit."
I hafta say that I've never seen Felonie look quite that nervous beefore.
I wonder what happened?
Anyway, Chaz Snark was kind enough to help escort Great Grandma Gee Gee home, then very politely thanked her when she gave him a bunch of cookies beefore he left. (I might have just been imagining this, but it almost looked like he bowed to her beefore he left. Geeeze. I've never seen him bee so polite to anybody.)
We asked Gee Gee what happened, but she just said, "Oh, it was nothing, dear. I've known those boys since they were just larvae and sometimes they just get a little too full of themselves, but I had a very pleasant visit with them and I'm sure they won't bee bothering us anymore."
Then she told us she needed to get back to baking her cookies if she was gonna get them all done in time for the party on Saturday.
So she did that.
I gotta say that I like having my great grandma Gee Gee around more than ever now. She makes me feel safe, ya' know? She's very special.
Anyway. The Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future said that it's supposed to bee another pretty nice day out today, so I gonna go enjoy that.
I hope everybody has a miraculously festive day! I'll see ya' later!
4.2.2015 - Thursday
So just a little while ago, Bert walked into the kitchen where we'll all still hard at work baking cookies for the party on Saturday. He clicked twice and said,
"Attention: It is Thursday, April 2, 2015.The local time is precisely 10:15 and 23 seconds. The current outdoor temperature is a balmy 275.3167 degrees Kelvin. Our current recorded inventory of Honeychew Krispy Cookies is exactly approximately 4,104 Units. Attaining the final inventory count will require the production of 540 additional Honeychew Krispy Cookies within the next 46 hours and 45 minutes. According to my infallible and most current calculations, it will bee necessary to produce an average of 11.55080213 Cookies Per Hour in order to reach the targeted final production of 387 dozen Honeychew Krispy Cookies within the predefined parameters of the stated target deadline. Have a nice day."
Then he walked out.
Oh geeeeeeze. That's still a lot of cookies to bake, isn’t it?
"Goodness gracious," Great Grandma Gee Gee said. "Thank you, Bert. That is very useful information. I think if we stay up all night and work all day tomorrow, we just might bee able to bee finished with this in time."
Great Grandma Gee Gee is such an optimist, ya' know? But if she says we can do it, then we can. So that's what we're gonna do today.
I hope everybody has a remarkably superior day! I'll see ya' later!
4.3.2015 - Friday
I’m very pleased to report that, thanks to the coordinated efforts and combined assistance of my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, Bert the iBee and me, Great Grandma Gee Gee successfully baked 387 dozen of her amazingly delicious Honeychew Krispy cookies.
We couldn’t bee more pleased.
At the moment, Bert is completing the task of delivering all those cookies to the Hive for tomorrow’s Welcome Back to the New Warm Season Party which starts promptly at 7. We’re all very excited.
Today, I’m supposed to go shopping with ButterCup to help her find a new outfit for the party. I asked her what was wrong with the one she already has and she just gave me a dirty look and said, “You’re not serious.”
Actually, I was. But whatever.
She also told me that she expects me to find something appropriately complementary to wear, so we don’t end up clashing as a couple at the party.
At first, I thought she said, ‘crashing’ the party, so I told her that we wouldn’t bee crashing the party, since we were invited and had provided all the cookies, after all.
She just looked at me funny and said, “Of course we are.”
“Crashing the party?” I asked.
“No. Invited. We’re invited to the party.”
“Of course we are. That’s what I said,” I said.
“Let’s just drop it,” she said. (I’m not sure she’s completely awake yet.)
“We’re leaving to go shopping in ten minutes. Just bee ready,” she told me, then she flew off to fix her makeup.
So I’m gonna go do that. (Not go fix my makeup. I’m gonna get ready to go shopping. I don’t wear makeup. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that beefore at some point.)
We’re all very excited about the party and hope that we baked enough cookies. Nothing will spoil a good party more than running out of cookies, ya’ know?
Anyway, I’ll tell everybody all about the party on Monday! In the meantime, I hope everybody has a refreshingly noteworthy day & weekend!
I’ll see ya’ later!
4.6.2015 - Monday
So it just occurred to me that there are only SEVEN MORE DAYS until next Monday! I can hardly wait! In the meantime, I guess I should just enjoy this one while it lasts. Mondays are the best, aren't they?
You're probably wondering about how this year's Welcome Back to the New Warm Season Party went, aren't you? (I didn't see you there, so I'm assuming you were buzzy doing other things, right?)
The first thing I'll say is this: we had enough cookies for everybody. Rudy thought we might even have too many, beecause there were about four bees who ate way too many and had to go see Ph. Bee, the Hive Doctor, to bee treated for a Honeychew Krispy Cookie Overdose. They just couldn't stop eating them (but that's understandable). Still, after the party was over, we ended up having to do interventions for a few of them in an effort to get them to seek the help they need with that problem. I've heard there's an HKCAA (Honeychew Krispy Cookie Addicts Anonymous) meeting almost every day this week - or until all the cookies are gone.
So that was interesting.
As for me, I hafta say that I don't think I really enjoyed the party this year as much as I usually do. Oh sure, the entertainment was great and everybody was happy that we didn't run out of refreshments, but It just so happens that, this year, Rudy came up with this "New Tradition" which he told me he was calling "The New Warm Theathon Lucky Bunny". Then said, "and the good newth ith that YOU have been thelected ath the very FIRTHT Warm Theathon Lucky Bunny. Here'th your cothtume. Pleath put it on."
So I did that. At first, I felt honoured to bee selected as the first Warm Season Lucky Bunny, but geeeeeeeze, what a mistake.
As he explained it to me only after I put on the costume (which was very hot and stuffy, by the way), he had informed everybody at the party to rub the Good Luck Bunny's fluffy tail so they'd have good luck for the rest of the Warm Season.
"Jutht rub the Bunnyth tail and you'll have good luck for the retht of the theathon," he told them. So they did that.
It was highly embarrassing.
Seriously now. I don't know where Rudy comes up with this stuff, but I'm just gonna say right now that I'm never doing that again - and I don't care how many cookies he pays me, either.
Anyway, after the party ended yesterday, Rudy told me that he wants the costume cleaned (especially the tail) and make sure it's returned to the Hive Wardrobe Department beefore the end of the day. So I hafta go take that to the cleaners right away.
I hope everybody has a magnificently pleasant day! I'll see ya' later!
4.7.2015 - Tuesday
Well, I might as well tell you about something that happened a few days ago. I've pretty much ignored this until now, but now it seems that I can't avoid the topic anymore. So ...
During the party last Saturday, and when everybody was rubbing the tail for good luck on that ridiculous bunny I had to wear, Kevin's Estranged Sister, Felonie, started giving me a really hard time. When she took her turn to rub my tail, she said, "Georgie, what is that extra, pointy thing I feel underneath this fluffy tail?"
"You mean, my stinger?" I asked.
"Is that what that is?"
"Well, yeah."
"When you and the rest of the bunch from your boot box were walking away the other day, I THOUGHT I spotted a stinger on you. I was going to say something, but I thought I was imagining things. So my compound eyes weren't deceiving me?"
"Nope," I said.
"But," she paused for a minute, then said, "you're a male bee, right?"
"Correct. I am," I told her.
"And you have a stinger?"
"Exactly, yes I do," I told her. "A very nice one, if I do say so myself."
"But male honeybees don't have stingers, Georgie. What's that all about?"
I hafta admit that I was a bit surprised that Felonie is actually the first one to ever say anything about this to me. Maybee everybody else has noticed that I'm a male honey bee who has a stinger, but just kinda' shrugged it off or something, but she just kept at me.
"Well why do you have a stinger?" she asked.
"I dunno. I was born this way? I mean, as long as I've known me, I've had a stinger. Is there a problem here?"
"Well, yes," Felonie said. "You're not supposed to have a stinger and I think it's weird that you have one. I'll bet everybody makes fun of you a lot, right? I mean, there must bee something terribly wrong with you if you're a drone with a stinger. No wonder you don't live in the Hive. You probably got tired of all the bullying, right?"
"No," I said. "You're the only one who's mentioned it so far, but whatever."
"I find that difficult to beelieve," she said. "I can't beelieve that when you were growing up, you didn't just want to hide from everybody, considering you have that freakish stinger?"
"No, I didn't. It's just who I am. It was how I was made, that's all. I think most everybody just accepts the fact that I have a stinger and goes on with their lives. Is it really that big a deal?"
"Oh yes," Felonie said. "It's just not the way you're supposed to bee."
"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry? It's just the way I am."
"Does it work?" she asked.
"My stinger?" I asked.
"Yes. Does it work?"
"I dunno," I told her. "I've never used it. I've never wanted to sting anybody. Plus, I heard that if I did use it, I'd die. I'd rather not do that."
"Couldn't you have it surgically removed, so you can bee normal, like all the other male honey bees?"
"Why? I kinda' like it. It gives me a special extra something that most other bees don't have. I think it's unique, so I've never thought about having it surgically removed. Beesides, that would hurt. A lot."
"No pain, no gain," Felonie said. "But I guess you've made up your mind that you just want to bee weird."
"Different," I said. "I'm just different."
"You're weird. There should bee a law against you. And I think I need to go away from you now," she said.
Then she left.
Geeeeeeeze.
But that was fine with me that she just went away. She's not all that pleasant to bee around, ya' know, so I figure that if she and I just stay out of each other's way, we'll get along just fine.
Anyway, I just thought I'd bring that up today beecause I figure it's only a matter of time beefore somebody else asks me why I have a stinger. It's hasn't been an issue until now, but these days, it seems like there are some of us who just want everybody to bee the same, doesn't it?
I guess I don't have much more to tell you about this. I was born with a stinger and that's the way it is. In the end, it really doesn't matter, so I'm keeping it. I like me just the way I am.
So the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying it's gonna bee another spectacularly nice day out today! The sun is shining, everything's starting to bloom and Bert just told me that it's already a balmy 287.039 Degrees Kelvin out, so I think beefore the wind starts blowing again, I'm gonna take my stinger and go enjoy some Recreational Screen Bouncing,
I hope everybody has an amazingly superior day! I'll see ya' later!
4.8.2015 - Wednesday
You probably already know that during the early part of each new Warm Season, there are days that are just perfect for buzzing around outside in the warm sun and scouting out various gourmet pollens and nectars. Then there are other days when it's just too chilly to do much of anything. Today is one of those days that it's just too chilly outside. Plus, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying that it's supposed to bee super-windy today. If you've ever tried to collect pollen or just enjoy a refreshing sip of nectar when the wind is blowing at 87 miles per hour, you already know that it's best to just stay inside and watch your stories on TV.
And that's just what I'm gonna do.
I've been so buzzy with so many things lately that I just haven't had the time to sit around and catch up with all those episodes of "As The Hive Turns" I haven't seen yet. In the last episode I saw, Lance and Loretta were arguing about who should bee responsible for taking out the trash now that their son, Slate, had run away to Venezuela with his girlfriend, Alexis, to start up their own Honey Distillery. Loretta was very upset by all this, beecause she had hoped that Alexis would follow in her footsteps and beecome a World-Renowned Gossip Columnist, and Lance was upset beecause it looked like he was going to get stuck having to take out the trash all the time. Things were very tense, so I'm very curious about what's happened since the latest episode I got to watch.
Anyway, I need to catch up with all that, beecause the new season is starting next Tuesday and there's nothing I dislike more than not knowing what's going on, ya' know?
So I'm gonna go do that, right after I find out who's knocking at my door.
I hope everybody has a shockingly inspiring day! I'll see ya' later!
4.9.2015 - Thursday
Remember when I mentioned yesterday that there was somebody knocking on my boot box door? Well get this: it was Felonie, Kevin's Estranged Sister.
When I answered the door, she was standing there with a thick stack of papers in her wings and with this look on her face that said, "I mean buzziness", so I asked her why she came over.
"As you know," she told me, "your Great Grandma Gee Gee's...,"
"Blanche. Great Grandma Blanche - or 'Ma'am' to you. But go ahead," I said.
"As you know," she started over, your Great Grandma Blanche's Honeychew Krispy Cookies were a true hit at last weekend's party."
"Yes, they were. They're delicious," I commented.
"Correct. Therefore, and upon careful consideration of the market potential of the cookies we were just discussing, we have decided to purchase the rights to the manufacturing and distribution of any and all future batches of those cookies."
"Who is 'we'?" I had to ask, even though I already knew the answer.
"My daddy, Narville, my uncle Chaz and I, that's who," she said in a matter-of-fact way.
"I see," I said.
"In addition," Felonie continued, "we have already applied for and been granted the registered trademark for the name, 'Great Grandma Gee Gee's Spectacularly Delicious and Nutritious, Gluten-Free, High-Cal Honeychew Krisp Deluxe Cookies: The Cookies of the Next Generation™', which we will bee using on all of our product packaging and marketing materials."
"Isn't that name kinda long?" I asked her.
"No. It's very descriptive and can bee defended in Her Majesty's Royal Court should anyone attempt to infringe on our claim."
"I see," I said again. "But I need to ask you something here."
"Yes?" Felonie said impatiently.
"Do you have Gee Gee's permission to do all of this? I mean, don't you need her permission - not to mention her recipe - to start manufacturing and selling these cookies?"
"I'm glad you asked that question. According to our legal consultants..."
"Who are?" I asked.
"who are Price, Style and The Bender, who have had extensive experience with the law..." she started to say.
"The Killer Bees? The Killer Bees are your legal counsel? Seriously?"
"Indeed they are and, upon consulting with them, they clearly advised us, and I quote: 'Permission? Permission?!!?!? You don't need no stinking permission!', close quote."
"But," I started to say, but she interrupted me.
"Therefore, I am here today to obtain your Great Grandmother's signature on these documents. Included in this packet are the contract she is required to sign, releasing any and all claim to her Honeychew Krisp Cookies, a contract obligating her to release the recipe to us for future manufacturing purposes, a No-Compete Agreement which is non-negotiable, and a Formal Release Form which allows us to use her name and image for any purpose we deem necessary or desirable."
I hafta admit, I really didn't know what to say to her, so I just kind of stood there and stared at her for awhile, until I finally said, "I'm sorry. She's not in." Then I just closed the door. I could hear Felonie buzzing loudly from the other side of the closed door in a super-threatening tone, "This is not over, Bee. Rest assured, I will bee back."
Then she finally left.
Geeeeeeeeze. Snark Brothers Enterprises are attempting a hostile take-over of Great Grandma Gee Gee's cookies? Nothing about this feels right to me.
Anyway, I told Gee Gee about what Felonie had to say. She just kind of shook her head, smiled and said, "Oh goodness gracious, not again."
"Not again?" I asked.
"Oh yes, dear. It seems this sort of thing happens all the time. But don't you worry your fuzzy little head about it. I know how to handle this, so just leave it to me."
So I'm gonna do that.
When I find out more about what happens next with all of this, I'll let you know. I'm sure you're as curious as I am about how Gee Gee's gonna handle this.
Okay then. That's about all I have to say today, so ... I hope everybody has an irresistibly phenomenal day! I'll see ya' later!
4.10.2015 - Friday
So after Felonie left all in a huff yesterday and Great Grandma Gee Gee told me she was going to handle this Hostile Cookie Takeover Incident, I asked her if she wanted me to call S.O.Bee.
"S.O.Bee? Who is that, dear?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I might have forgotten to introduce you to him during the party last weekend since I had to spend all my time in that ridiculous bunny costume having my tail rubbed for good luck. S.O. Bee is our Hive lawyer," I told her.
Gee Gee just kind of laughed and said, "Well, thank you for making the offer, but I already know who to contact and, as they have beefore, I'm very certain they will bee able to settle this silly dispute."
Then she sat down for a few minutes and wrote a brief note, and handed it to me.
"Dear? Would you please send this as Buzz•O•Gram for me? And bee sure to get a certified copy of it, then bring it back to me? I'd really appreciate it."
"Of course," I said.
"Thank you. You're such a comfort. And here is the address it needs to be sent to," then she handed me another piece of waxed paper with an address written on it and told me I should make sure her message was sent right away.
So I did that. When I got back, Gee Gee gave me a cookie for running the errand for her. (Have I mentioned that she's the BEST Great Grandma a bee could ever have?)
Anyway, you won't beelieve this, but about a half an hour ago. I was sitting there, quietly enjoying an acorn cap full of my morning nectar when I suddenly heard all this loud buzzing outside my boot box. Gee Gee was sitting with me, so I asked, "I wonder what that is?"
"Oh how wonderful! It sounds like they're here," she said, then we both went to the door to see what the buzz was all about.
Buzzing around in front of my boot box was a Swarm of about 300 bees, all carrying briefcases.
"Who are they?" I asked Gee Gee.
"Well, these are more of my lovely Great Grandchildren, Georgie. I'm sorry you've never met, but I'll bee glad to introduce them all to you. There are 329 of them. Beesides beeing my beeloved Great Grandchildren, all of them are lawyers or retired Judges who own and operate something they call the Longshot Litigation Associates," she told me.
"They're all lawyers?" I asked.
"Oh yes, and very good lawyers. They are my legal defence team and will bee handling this situation with the Snarks for me. Isn't that sweet of them?"
"Yes, it is," I had to agree.
"They must bee expensive," I said.
"Oh goodness gracious no," Gee Gee laughed. "They're more than happy to help out their Great Grandma Gee Gee - and they all know that when they're done, I'll give each of them a cookie."
"I wish I had a lawyer who worked for cookies," I muttered, thinking of all the honey I've had to pay S.O.Bee over the years.
"What, dear?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking out loud.
"That's fine, dear," she said, patting me gently on my head.
So here I am, surrounded by a legal team made up of a Swarm of 329 bees and who all said "YES, PLEASE" when I asked them if they wanted some morning nectar.
Geeeeeeze. I hope I have enough acorn caps to go around.
Anyway. I need to get going here and deal with the beverage services while Gee Gee and her Legal Team sit down and go over the details of this dispute with the Snark Brothers.
I hope everybody has a mysteriously wonderful day! I'll see ya' on Monday!
4.13.2015 - Monday
It’s a chilly Monday! Of course, that’s perfect, except for the fact that it’s chilly out. At least it’s Monday, right?
Well, the saga of the Snark Brothers trying to do a hostile take-over of Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Honeychew Krisp Cookies is continuing. As you know, Gee Gee’s team of 329 lawyers showed up the other day. They spent the entire weekend preparing their case. Sometime later this morning, I’ve heard they’ll bee delivering the Snarks an official “Order to Knock It Off and Go Away”, which they plan to serve on them right after they file it with the Hive’s Office of Superfluous Documents and pay the filing fee of 50 pounds of honey.
They showed me a copy of this thing. If you ask me, it looks fairly repetitive, since each one of Gee’s Gee’s lawyers put together his or her own version of the counter-suit which essentially offers tells the Snark Brothers to knock it off. Every version is about 87 pages long, so with all 329 lawyers, that means there’s a stack of neatly bound beeswaxed paper sitting in my living room that is 28,623 pages thick. That’s a lot of beeswaxed paper.
I asked them how long my living space was gonna bee all clogged up with these legal proceedings, and they told me that they were gonna call a delivery service to help them get the complaint to the Hive’s office as soon as it opens, which just happens to bee in about two hours from now - or precisely at 11:22 a.m. The Office of Superfluous Documents is only open on Mondays from 11:22 a.m. to 11:24 a.m., so they asked if I knew a reliable Delivery Service.
“Yes, I do,” I told them. “I recommend the ‘Bee There Sooner Than Later Critical Document and Dry Cleaning Pick-Up and Delivery Service’. Their slogan is ‘The More You Ask Us When We’ll Finally Bee There, The Longer It Will Take Us.’ ”. (They’ve mostly always been highly reliable when I’ve needed my Screen Bouncing Togs dry-cleaned, sometimes.)
I’m just guessing, but I have a feeling that it’s gonna take the Delivery Service more than one trip to get this stack of beewaxed paper to that office in time.
So, right now, we’re all just sitting around, waiting for the Delivery Service to arrive so this whole Hostile Cookie Takeover Incident can bee dealt with, which will bee a good thing. They haven’t shown up yet, but I’m sure they’ll bee here. They promised to arrive promptly at 9:00 a.m. to do the pick-up. They’re only 33 minutes late (which seems to have Gee Gee’s lawyers worried… they’re all just pacing around here nervously). Have you ever had to spend a morning surrounded by 329 bees who are holding briefcases pacing around nervously? Me neither. I gotta say: it really feels crowded and stuffy in here at the moment.
Anyway, that’s pretty much what’s going on today. I’ll letcha know what happens next with all of this. In the meantime, I hope everybody has an exhilaratingly momentous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
4.14.2015 - Tuesday
I’m pleased to report that Great Grandma Gee Gee’s team of lawyers have successfully submitted all the required paperwork to the Hive’s Office of Superfluous Documents.
“Now,” one of them told me yesterday, “all we have to do is to wait to hear when this case will bee heard.”
“And when do you think that will bee?” I asked.
“It depends,” she said. “If everything goes smoothly, the Royal Court could beegin to hear this case sometime in mid-August; however, if the defendants,”
“You mean, the Snark Brothers?” I asked.
“Yes, if the Snark Brothers decide to make this more complicated than it already is, we may find ourselves waiting much longer,” she said.
“How much longer?” I asked.
“Several years, most likely. But, in the meantime, the Snark Brothers may not attempt to move forward with their efforts at a Hostile Cookie Take-Over, unless their legal counsel attempts to advise them to move their planned operations overseas, in which case, this thing will beecome even more complicated. But we’re trying to deal with that, too.”
“How?” I asked.
“By challenging the qualifications of their legal counsel. We hold that Price, Style and The Bender, the Killer Bees, are not authorised to practise law. In our opinion, having multiple encounters with the authorities in which they have found themselves in custody does not qualify them to bee lawyers.”
“I’d hafta agree,” I said. “I hope we win.”
“So do we,” she said. “As important a landmark case as this may bee, I’m sure all of us would like to see this wrapped up as quickly as possible. In the meantime, we’re leaving.”
“Leaving? Going away?” I couldn’t understand why they would leave in the middle of all this.
“Yes. The rest of the team and I will bee leaving until we receive notice that our case has been put on the Royal Calendar. Beetween then and now, we’ll bee able to work more efficiently from our own offices - plus, we have a really nice Automatic Nectar Machine which, unlike the way it is around here, actually offers us enough nectar to keep us going through the day.”
“I understand. And sorry about the nectar shortage over the past few days,” I apologised to her. “I don’t usually have an extra 329 guests to take care of, ya’ know.”
“We completely understand,” she said, “as I’m sure you will understand when we must present this billing invoice for all the nectar we’ve had to order in while we’ve been working on Gee Gee’s case. We’re perfectly content to settle our substantial fee with her cookies, but nectar is an essential element which, as you know, is not free.”
“But it is free,” I pointed out. “You just hafta go outside and… .”
“So here is our bill for that. We’re holding you responsible, since you were the one who first asked if we wanted nectar, to which we said yes. That,” she said, “is a contract. And please, if you would, send your payment in unbreakable, leak-proof containers. We appreciate it very much.”
I hafta admit: when I saw the bill, I almost passed out. 32,953 pounds of honey for the nectar they had to bring in? But, I guess if that’s what it takes to defend Great Grandma’s Honeychew Krisp cookies, that’s what it’ll bee.
I’m thinking of doing a fund-raiser.
Anyway, at the moment, the legal team is buzzy packing their stuff and getting ready to leave. Great Grandma Gee Gee already baked them each a cookie to pay their fee, so that’s a good thing. (I asked her if she had any extra ones for Kevin and me, and she just smiled, rubbed me on my back and said, “Of course, dear. How could I possibly forget you two?” She’s so nice.)
As glad as I am that they showed up, I’ll bee extra glad when my boot box isn’t so jammed with a bunch of other bees and beeing able to get up in the morning and still find some Morning Nectar left, for a change.
Okay then. That’s where we’re at in all of this. Later today, Kevin and I are gonna do a bunch of chores around here and help get things back to normal. (That was Gee Gee’s idea.) So, I’m gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has a massively superlative day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
4.15.2015 - Wednesday
Well, I'm glad I checked out that "ZAP" sound that came from the other room yesterday. It turns out, it was Cutie, coming back through the Wormhole from her extended visit with her relatives.
I had completely forgotten that she was gone (she's a very quiet roommate, ya' know).
It was nice to see her again. I could tell from her colour that she was in a good mood, so I was hoping we'd all bee able to sit down together last night and hear all about her visit. Unfortunately, she said, "I'm only going to stay a minute or two. I just needed to pop in to grab a few things, then I'm going back to stay with my family a little longer. Dried Leaf Season it at it's height there, so I most certainly do not wish to miss that. Beesides," she said, "I can already tell that it's getting too hot here. You know how I feel about warm weather."
She doesn't like warm weather.
To make a long story short, she grabbed a few things, handed us a note that was in a small bottle around her neck ("Here's my forwarding address. Please see that any correspondence I may receive is sent along to me in a timely fashion," she said), told us that we could probably unplug the Bubble Drive, at least until our next Cool Season arrives, wished us all well, and slithered back into the Bubble Drive. Of course, Great Grandma Gee Gee gave her a cookie beefore she left, which she ate immediately.. Cutie just said, "I don't know you or who you are, but these cookies are almost as good as a Dried Leaf Munchie Bar. Thank you! If you still happen to bee here when I get back again, we'll visit."
"That would bee just fine, dear," Gee Gee said. "and I'm glad you enjoyed your cookie."
"I did!" Cutie said, then she disappeared into the Wormhole again.
Kevin just stood there during all of this and didn't say anything, but he looked very sad after Cutie left.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I miss my pet Frequentile," he said. "I wish Cutie would have stayed."
"Don't worry," I told him. "She'll bee back."
"Whatever," he said.
So, that's what's going on at the moment. The boot box is all tidied up and most everything else is pretty much done around here, so I guess I'm gonna spend the day just kind of relaxing.
I hope everybody has a magically delightful day! I'll see ya' later!
4.16.2015 - Thursday
When I woke up this morning and looked outside, I figured that the order for more Powdered Sugar that Great Grandma Gee had ordered had finally been delivered. As it turns out, it was just a whole bunch of snow. (I didn't think she had ordered THAT much powdered sugar).
Ya hafta admit: they look a lot alike.
Anyway.
I think we’re all aware that, next week, ButterCup celebrates her Birthday. Again. (Don’t tell her I added that ‘again’ part, okay? She’s very sensitive about stuff like that.)
So, as you probably already guessed, I’ll bee planning a very special party for her next Tuesday. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do yet, but both Kevin and Great Grandma Gee Gee say they’ll help, so I’m sure it’ll bee fine.
One thing I know for sure: I don’t wanna forget ButterCup’s Birthday, like I did that one time. That was not pleasant. I think it’s enough to say that, when I realise her birthday is coming up again, I feel a sense of panic set in and know that I need to come up with something special and to also not completely forget about it. (That was ONE time. Geeeeeeeeze.)
Our first Party Planning Meeting is today. I’m wondering if we should go with a Theme this year. Maybe something like, “Great Birthdays in Ancient History” or something like that. That would bee good, right?
Well, the meeting is gonna start here shortly, so I need to go get ready for that.
I hope everybody has a ridiculously festive day!
I’ll see ya’ later!