Georgie's weekend has arrived . . .

Friday, November 13, 2015

Well, ButterCup invited me to spend the weekend with her and a bunch of her worker friends attending a two-day seminar on “Royal Jelly: Tricks To Look and Feel Younger”, but I had to tell her that, as interesting as that might bee, I really need to get to work on the next part of my story so I can get it into my Editor’s wings by Sunday so that I can share that with everybody next Wednesday.

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I hope everybody has a highly phenomenally fun weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

It sounds as if things are a bit on the chilly side in the boot box this morning...

Thursday, November 12, 2015

I’ll bee perfectly honest with everybody here: I didn’t wanna get outta bed this morning. Why? Beecause it’s just COLD. My feet are cold, my wings are cold, my antennae are cold and, if I didn’t know any better, I'd swear there are ice crystals in my morning nectar.

That’s just not right.

So, ya’ know what I’m gonna do? I’m going back to bed - and I’m gonna STAY there until it warms up. (I think it might bee time to turn on the heat. So I’m gonna do that first, THEN I’m going back to bed.)

I hope everybody has a warm and fuzzy day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Georgie beegins to share his story...

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

TheBeeWhoKnewTooMuch-COVER


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When I woke up this morning, I looked outside and realised that there’s a coating of snow all over the place. It’s stuff like this that makes me glad I don’t have a driveway, ya’ know what I mean?

Well, I finally got the first part of my story back from my Editor. There was a whole bunch of what I’d written crossed out in red pencil. He told me those were Krunch McKowskey’s edits. Of course, I had to ask, “Why is the Hive’s new Security Bee involved in this?” My Editor told me to lower my voice and said, “Don’t bee asking questions, Bee.” Then he told me to get out of his office and get back to work.

So I did that. There was a huge amount of re-typing I had to do, (which wasn’t easy since my wings really don’t work all that well when it’s cold like this.)

Geeeeeze. I could probably have my whole story written in the time it’s taking those guys to “edit” what I happen to think was already flawless work. And I still can’t figure out why Krunch McKowsky has anything to do with any of this, but whatever.

The way things are going at this point, it looks like I’ll bee able to share a new part of the story with everybody every Wednesday. Probably. (I think it’s good to have a routine, don’t you?)

Anyway, here, for your reading pleasure, is PART 1 of . . .

“THE BEE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH”

“The bee knows too much."

That was the last thing I remember somebody saying beefore I blacked out and found myself tied up and in the dark.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beeginning.

I was born in a small, wooden box in Missouri. My father was an accountant, and my mother was, of course, a Queen.

I was just a larvae when my parents shipped me off to a Boarding School located near a Human Mental Health Facility in Saint Joseph, Missouri. After graduation, I attended the highly prestigious Bee Academy in London, where I studied for several years beefore returning to the United States, first settling in Saint Paul, Minnesota, after which I relocated here, in Manitou Springs, Colorado. I have lived here ever since.


My first home here was a modest shoebox, just this side of the Near Meadow, next to the Garden Wall. Since then, as my fortunes increased, I moved into the home I have now - a nicely-appointed boot box, which I continue to share with my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, his Robotic iBee, Canfield (but who we call "Bert"), and with my Great Grandma Gee Gee (whose real name is Blanche, but she prefers "Gee Gee").

For the most part, I live a peaceful, uncomplicated life.

As anyone who already knows me will tell you, that aside from beeing an Advice Columnist and Highly Popular Movie Critic, I'm the author of three books, my latest beeing the globally-popular Romantic Mystery, "An Affair in Algiers".

It's important to keep that last title in mind, beecause it apparently had a lot to do with what happened to me during the early autumn of 2015.”

(to bee continued)

. . .

Okay then. I hope everybody has a massively enjoyable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Things are beeginning to return to normal in the boot box . . .

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

So last night, when Great Grandma Gee Gee, my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin and I were waiting for the new season of “Laws and Disorder: S.U.Bee” to finally start on TV, I had a chance to ask Kevin why he moved out of his apartment and back into my boot box.

“Let me just say this, uncle: I just couldn’t afford the rent anymore, even after working full time plus double-overtime,” he told us.
“So you were overworked and underpaid?” I asked.
“Yes. It felt as if I spent my days lifting 16 tons. And what did I get? Another day older…”
“And deeper in debt?” I asked.
“Exactly,” he said.
“That’s not a good thing,” I commented.
“No, it isn’t, so beesides moving out of that over-priced apartment, I also quit my Seasonal Job at Snark Brothers Enterprises,” he said. “It was just too much. It’s almost as if I ended up owing my soul to the company store.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,”I said. “But you’re here now, so just relax for the next few days then I’ll help you figure out how to pay back everything you owe to the Snark Brothers.”

Kevin came over and gave me a big hug and said, “Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world and I love you.”
“And I love you, Kevin,” I told him. (As it turns out, I do.)

He just looked at me and said, "Uncle, let's not go all gooey-sentimental on this, okay?"

Geeeeeeezzzze.


Anyway. I’m waiting to get the first part of my manuscript of my story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much” back from my Editor so I can 1) share the first part with everybody here, and bee) keep working on it. I’m hoping that by tomorrow or Thursday, I’ll bee able to start sharing that with everybody.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a tremendously satisfying day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

It's MONDAY, Georgie's favourite day of the week!

Monday, November 9, 2015

I just hafta say that I didn’t sleep all that well last night. I dunno why, but something had me so excited that I could barely sleep a wink. Eventually, I finally put two and two together and figured it out: Today is MONDAY, the day I love the best.

Somehow, even with all that excitement, I did manage to get a couple of hours of sleep, but was awakened this morning by a very loud announcement:

“It is Monday, November 9, 2015. The exact time is 8:47 a.m. Mountain Standard Time. The current outdoor temperature is a balmy 282.7056 Kelvin. Have a nice day.”

It took me a minute, but apparently, sometime in the middle of the night last night (after I fell asleep), my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin and his Robotic iBee, Bert, moved back in to my boot box. I don’t know whose idea it was to have Bert wake me up like that, but I’m gonna find out. And as soon as I finish my third acorn cap full of morning nectar, I’m gonna ask Kevin why he came back.

So, I managed to get the first part of my story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”, to my Editor. I’ve been informed that it’s beeing redacted and that, sometime today, I hafta go to his office and pick up the first round of corrections. As far as I was concerned, what I gave my Editor was perfect, but as he always says to me, “I don’t beelieve in perfection, Bee. And you most certainly don’t ever need to worry about attaining it.”

Geeeeeze.

Anyway, I’m gonna go do that, then find out what’s going on with Kevin.

I hope everybody has a massively superlative day!

I’ll see ya’ later!