Just a moment for some shameless Self Promotion...

Friday, February 26, 2016

I just gotta say: I’ll bee glad when my biological clock recovers from that long trip we had. I’m really not enjoying having to wake up at 4 in the morning to eat lunch.

Pretty soon, I’m gonna go back to bed - then spend the next few days just resting up. But beefore I do that, I want to indulge in some Shameless Self-Promotion.

As everybody already knows, we’re getting a special treat this year: an EXTRA MONDAY! I’m sure you’re as excited as I am about that, but I wanted to do something extra special to celebrate … so, I’ve decided to have a LEAP DAY SALE!

Starting Monday, February 29, we’re offering a limited number of books - and the Stuffed Me - for sale. And you can get my stuff shipped for free!

Maybee, if this goes well, I’ll bee able to afford a new fez. (W.T.F. Airways still hasn’t found our luggage.)

Anyway, if you’re interested, check out the link to our big sale - then check in on Monday to take advantage of it!

Until then, then … I’m gonna relax.

I hope everybody has a significantly happy weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!


Georgie shares Part 15 of his gripping, true-life story...

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Beefore I share Part 15 of my wildly suspenseful story today, I just wanted to let everybody know that W.T.F. Airways still hasn’t found our luggage.

I called their Office of Lost and Permanently Misplaced Baggage yesterday. Nobody was there, but they had a recorded message that said, “We are currently not in the office. If you called during regular buzziness hours and received this message, it means that we are not here. Thank you.”

Geeeeeeze. That’s not what I’d call responsive Customer Service. I’m beeginning to think I’ll never see my fez again.

Anyway … Here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for: this week’s gripping chapter of . . .



"THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED!" Jasmine buzzed as loudly as she possibly could.

I couldn't figure out why was telling me to bee so quiet and acting like she wanted to help me escape, then turn around and do something like that. Geeeze. It just didn't make any sense.

Even weirder was the fact that, for some reason, she threw me that briefcase - the one containing that Andromadiacles (or whatever it's called) stick-thingy - which I had just noticed she grabbed with her wing as we were fleeing that room where we locked up Krunch McKowsky.

"HERE!" she buzzed at me. "Take this and run!"

I think I would have looked pretty sporty, maybee even important, carrying that briefcase around under normal circumstances, but it turns out these weren't normal circumstances. I was suddenly beeing chased by a bunch of bees I didn't know and, thanks to Jasmine, was beeing weighed down by that heavy briefcase.

If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, it almost seemed as if Jasmine WANTED me to get caught. Still, I clutched the briefcase as tightly as I could and ran for it. I could hear Jasmine and those other bees still beehind me as I tried the best I could to escape this whole mess.

As I was running down a long hallway, I stopped for a second, looking beehind me to see if I was losing my pursuers. Much to my amazement, I could see Jasmine, entangled in mortal combat with about 87 bees wearing fezs who were obviously trying to subdue her. Amazingly, she had already dealt with 42 of them, and was just getting ready to deal with the other 45, when she spun around (knocking 12 of them down) and buzzed loudly at me.


Then she went back to dealing with our adversaries.

And I just ran.

(to bee continued)

. . .

Okay then. I’m gonna go take another nap.

I hope everybody has an astoundingly congenial day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Georgie and the gang are once again safe at home in the boot box...

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

So we’re home, at last.


Somehow, we managed to survive that horrible flight on W.T.F. Airways. After we finally landed, that Flight Attendant just looked at me and said, “Thank you for travelling W.T.F. Unless you leave your device at home, please don’t fly with us again. Buh bye.” And when I asked her about how to find our luggage, she said, “Any inadvertently misplaced or mislabelled luggage is not the responsibility of W.T.F. Airways. Buh bye.”
Then I swear she thunked me really hard on the back of my head as I was leaving. How rude can you get?

Geeeeeze. Now I’m sorry I packed my fez. I hope I get it back some day. I really liked that thing.


We’re very happy to bee home and were all highly delighted to find out that Rudy had been kind enough to keep the place clean and to keep an eye on it for us while we were gone.

Actually, I lied. Kevin wasn’t happy. When he discovered his space was still neat and tidy, he said, “I do not recall issuing my permission for my things to bee disturbed in any way, including to bee cleaned. This simply will not do.”

“But Kevin,” I said, “don’t you think it was nice of Rudy to do this for us. I mean, it’s nice not having to come home to a big mess, right?”
“Truly, uncle, it is,” he said, “however, it is also an over-stepping of boundaries, you must admit. As much as I think Rudy is the best Stage Production Manager and Theatrical Costumer in the world, and as much as I love him, I think he should’ve asked first, that’s all.”

There’s just no pleasing some relatives.

Anyway, I’m anxious to spend the rest of the day just relaxing and finding out what’s been going on with my stories, which I haven’t seen in I dunno how long. The last I knew on “As The Hive Turns”, Lance was once again suspected of beeing the Illegitimate and Estranged Father of Laura’s unwed child who had run off to join a travelling Circus Swarm (even though Laura’s brother, Nick, told her not to do that). The detectives were closing in on trying to determine her exact whereabouts, but that’s the last I saw. Did anybody else happen to watch the latest episodes? If so, don’t tell me what happens, okay? Nobody likes spoilers, ya’ know.

Okay then. I hope everybody has as an exquisitely relaxing day as I’m gonna have!

I’ll bee back tomorrow with Part 15 of my almost-done-but-not-quite story of “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”.

See ya’ later!

Georgie and the gang are on their way home!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Beelieve it or not, we are STILL on a Non-Express, 87-Lay-Overs Flight on W.T.F. Airways from where ever it was that we were, presumably heading back home. I can’t wait until we get home already.


The Captain just came on and announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. I’m pleased to report that the headwind we’ve encountered has beegun to ease slightly, so for those passengers who will bee continuing on with us to the Manitou Springs International Aerodrome, we only have 14 more lay-overs to go beefore we safely reach your destination, probably. In the meantime, I want to ask that passengers please refrain from indulging in conversation while we’re still in flight, as I can hear you and the noise significantly interferes with my concentration and ability to pilot the aircraft safely. Thank you for flying W.T.F. Airways.”

At least he didn’t tell us that the left wing was loose again and that we had to land immediately, like he did on our last layover.


I gotta make this short, beecause that Flight Attendant keeps me giving me dirty looks - just as she did during that five-minute stopover we made somewhere last night, when I decided to enjoy a nice online chat with my friend, Carole, about my secret to staying young-looking.

Just as our conversation was getting interesting, that Flight Attendant came over and told me (in a not-very-nice way), “Please turn off your device, sir. Or else.”

I didn’t wanna know what “or else” meant, so I turned it off. But we’ve been travelling for so long, that I just HAD to check my messages and try to let everybody know what’s going on.

Lemme just say that this trip is turning out to bee a real nightmare. And it just won’t end. We’re all crammed together into these tiny, little seats. There’s no leg room. There’s no wing room. The food (when we get it, which is hardly ever) is nothing but a couple of drops of fake honey, and, of course, it costs extra. There isn’t even any Nectar Service. Even worse, the last time I asked the Flight Attendant when, exactly, we’re gonna finally bee arriving back home, she gave me a dirty look and said, “If you’re going to continue to bee a disruption to the rest of the passengers, sir, I am afraid we’ll bee forced to have you ejected from the aircraft.”

Ejected from aircraft?!!?? Geeeeeeze. I was just asking.

Of course, Red Eye, Owner and Chief Operating Officer of W.T.F. Airways, is our pilot. I’m not sure that’s overly reassuring or not, since the last I heard, he was supposed to bee on temporarily permanent suspension for taking extended mid-flight naps. Maybee that’s why we saw him sneaking on board just beefore we took off, disguised as a roadie for that rock band that’s also on this flight. (I wish those guys would stop flirting with ButterCup and asking if she wants to go on the rest of their tour with them. It’s highly annoying.)

Lemme give everybody some advice here: Don’t ever fly W.T.F. It’s the most uncomfortable, unfriendly, slow, expensive, unreliable, and undependable airline in the world. Flights are constantly canceled or late or just never arrive at all for some reason - and they’ve already lost our luggage.

When Fleur de Bee gave us our tickets and we found out we had to take this airline, I asked her, "W.T.F.???"
Fleur said, "I am zo zorry, Mon Cher, but zis iz zee only flight zat iz available."

I would have complained, but we didn't hafta pay for the tickets, so at least we're on our way home.

Speaking of complaining… that Flight Attendant has a mean look on her face and she’s heading straight for me, saying this is my “last warning” and that she’s told me beefore that I hafta turn off my device and return it to the overhead storage compartment, “or else”.

So I’m gonna do that.

I hope everybody has an amazingly magnificent day.

I’ll see ya’ later!

It sounds as if it's safe for Georgie and that gang to come out of hiding...

Monday, February 22, 2016

Do you wanna know what I just found out? I just found out we’re gonna get an extra MONDAY this month! It’s kinda like winning the lottery, isn’t it?

And guess what? It looks like we’ll bee able to return to the boot box in Manitou Springs now. We just got a copy of the
Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News from last Thursday (it takes a long time for our mail to get to us here, wherever that is). Rudy sent me a copy via Snail Mail. (If you ask me, those snails need to work faster.)


Evidently, Queen Bee is no longer Queen, and all those bees that been helping her take undue advantage of the Hive Treasury have been arrested. Also, all the charges the Queen had made against us have been dropped. So it’s safe for us to come back now.

I contacted Fleur, and she’s making the arrangements right now for a non-stop return flight from where ever it is we are right now.

That’s a good thing.

Hopefully, we’ll bee back in our cozy boot box by tomorrow, or maybee the next day. So now, we need to pack.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a unspeakably fun day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

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