“BEE!” he started in on me. “I clearly recall that the last time you were here, cluttering up my Office, we had an understanding.”

“We did?” for some reason, I didn’t remember having an understanding about anything.

“BZZT BZZT BZZT! YOU DON’T TALK.” He seemed really mad for some reason.

“You reassured me that you fully understood my meaning when I make clear reference to TIES, I am not talking about TIES! Why do you not understand this? What do I have to do to make you understand that, when I say TIES, I mean TIES?”

I’m just gonna interrupt telling you what happened in my Editor’s Office for a second, and say that it’s highly difficult to satisfy that guy. And it’s mostly impossible to understand what he’s trying to say. I’m pretty sure I’m the only living beeing in the world who has to put up with a “Boss” like this. I’ll bet Humans don’t hafta put with this sort of thing that can really almost ruin a perfectly good Monday, do you? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

“I have given you a PERFECTLY CLEAR JOB DESCRIPTION, but for some reason, you keep coming back to me with these TIES of yours,” he said.

“Well yeah,” I forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk.

“I’m telling RIGHT HERE and RIGHT NOW, Bee, that THIS week’s Feature had better have a TIE in it, OR ELSE! NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!”

So I did that.

I hope something good happens today, so I can get past all that unpleasantness. If you wanna know the truth, my Editor is starting to make me a little nervous, ya’ know?

So… ButterCup and I had our first Tango Lesson on Saturday.

Oh sorry. Somebody’s at the door. I gotta go. I’ll finish telling you about the Tango lessons tomorrow, if that’s okay.

I hope everybody has a stunningly brilliant day!

I’’ll see ya’ later!