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Showing posts with label Dilly's berfday comin up agen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dilly's berfday comin up agen. Show all posts

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Eester!!

Latest scores:
  • Gills: weev been ok we ar top of the taybol!
  • Simpsons: Yup, I finerly put my furry fut down an sed we MUST hav Simpsons on!! An eevn Granny larft at it, cos it was the wun ware Santa's Littol Helper gets a gerlfrend and they hav 25 baybeez, and Mr Burns sings a song that goze "See my pants! See my vest!" hehehe
  • Tesco: Yes, emergensy visit - I just rememberd it's Dilly's berfday tomorro (sheesh).
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5 got Daddy /10
  • Overall Score: 8ish, I gess/10
HULLO BEARS AN NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Well the last time I bloggd was on Pant-Cape Tchewsday an today it is Eester so I rekkon my sekkritry must hav given up bloggin fer Lent!

I hope yu are all well, doin grayte things an stuff. Weev had snow on an off, an hail an sleet. Sumtimes the sun sneeks out but then sumwun goze, "Hey the sun's come owt!" an scares it away.

Enyway. Enuff of this banter. It's time to look at choklit!!

Heer's my Eester egg....

Grayte, issent it?

At ferst I ownly sor the monkey, but then I notist a Bear peaking rownd the corner! See him?

Nyom nyom

The box of Dilly's egg was bigger than mine, wich I thort wassent fair. But then wen she got it owt the box, I sor that it was totally fair after all!
Teehee hers is smaller! Teehee! But she sed it was perfick cos it fit under her snout just perfickly. -Result! Got the best egg and dident get moaned at! Yay!

Mummy got Daddy sum bunnys. I think it looks like theyer on a bunny bus-


Well like I sed tomorro is Dilly's berfday. It's allways the ferst Monday in April. Then she has ANUTHER berfday on 23rd April. She sez she gets 2 berfdays like the Queen. I noe the Queen has 2 berfdays but I don't see the link. I think thare issent wun, she just wants mor ribbon-getting days.

Enjoy wat's left of yor choklit! Byee!!

BOB T BEAR (esq)

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Phew, that waz grayte!!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no (but we playd on Chewsday an won!! So thanks evrywun hoo wore speshol lukky bloo pants- they werkt!!)
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
  • Day Score: 7.39628/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Well weer bak!!!!

It waz ded exsytin at the mewseum. Yu had to hav a speshol tikket to get in to see the Terracotta Army, an evry tikket had a time on it. We bookt in Deesember, but alreddy lots ov the tikkets had been sold an we cud ownly get wuns wiv reelly layte times on! Ours sed 9.10pm!! So we had a layte drive to London.

Wen we got there we pozed owtside the mewseum wiv Granny. Granny waz reelly happy cos she haz wontid to see theez muddy army fellas since the 1970s, wen peepol ferst fownd them!

Then we wantid a pic wiv Mummy an we cuddent stop larfin cos Daddy told us to say "Pants!" to mayke us smile for the camra.

We wernt allowd to tayke fotoes inside so I carnt show yu the exbidishun. BUT! We did find theez! Hahahaha! Sum skool-children had vizited an wer tort how the army had been mayde. Then they mayde sum soldyers ov their own an heer they ar, all lined up like the Chineez Terracotta Army! We waytid till the sekurity guy went behind a pillar, an then Mummy got me an Grayum to poze in frunt ov them!

Dilly liket it all cos she thinks enything to do wiv Chineezy stuff is dragonny. (Or "wagonny" as she sez.) In fakt there wer lots ov feenixes, wich is a sort ov dragonny berd. Heer she is lookin at a big poster as we went in. She waz very exsytid.If yu want to see a bit mor abowt the exbidishun go heer (short video)

an heer .

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Weev got a bizzy week ahed now...

It's Dilly's berfday on Monday!!! I had to go an get her a card today. Mummy sed it shud be a gerly card but I fownd a compromize- it haz a Bear on it wiv just a few flowers. I'm shor it'll be her fayvrit.

This Sunday weer all goin on holiday for a few days. Weer goin to the New Forrist. Heer's a link to the cottidge weer goin to stay at an heer's wun abowt the New Forrist. We Bears ar all exsytid as weev not pooed there befor. It's always a partikewlar plezzure to poo in a wood for the ferst time.

An on top ov it all, my Unkol Roy mite be howse-sittin for us, so Mummy is all bizzy gettin tidy. HEHEHEHE!!!

Bye fer now!