Tomorrow is Fanksgibbing!! I am so excited about eating so much corms and smashed taters and pie and I hab so much to be fankful for. xo P.S. Dis Wimbley.
Hai eberybody. I know you hab been wondering how I am, I’m doing ok! It’s up and down, but I’m on an upswing right now. While I was getting my medisin last night I made up a new poem. It goes like dis:
There once was a red balloom
who was nice to all in the room
then a window was opened
and a breeze sucked him out
he floated to his inevitable doom.
Dis is actually more ob a cautionary tale. If you hab balloom friends, you should hold their hands if you go to parties.
My brothers fink my medisins are tasty.
It’s been a big day here. Fibbs signed his first executib order, we are still waiting on the officshul photos. I’m just habbing my dinner and wanted to say hai.
I boted too! I wore my trabel clothes to the polls, because it was kind of a big adbenture.
It’s me Wimbley. Fings are really gearing up around here for the electshun next week, we will be so glad it’s ober soon. We are working hard on a commershul for Fibbs to swing a few last minute undecided boters. Oh… gotta go, mom is here wiff my cereal!
I did it! Tonight we went tricker treating again, and I went to that house that stole all of Fibbs candy, and I looked them right in the eye, and I said “you can’t steal my brothers candy – that was a dirty trick you played on him – you gib it back right now!” And you know what?? They did! Plus a bunch more. Sometimes you hab to stand up to bullies, especially when candy is on the line. We all had so much fun dressing up as corms and all ob us did great tonight – we hab more candy then we know what to do wiff. I guess we eat it. Right??
Dis me, standing up to the bullies…
I will go trick or treating wiff him again tomorrow to try and right the wrongs dat hab been done to him.
It’s me on a calemdar!! Hahaha… I look pretty good. Dat was when I was waiting for aliems. Now it seems like I hab known Larry foreber.
(you can look all the calemdar options here if you want to)
Hai eberyone. It’s me, Wimby. Dats my nickname my mom calls me sometimes. I feel so much better and am back to my old self. My legs are a little draggy, but dats ok, the rest ob me is really strong and I still get around just fine. I eben eat most ob my medisin in my cereal now, except the one really bad tasting one I get ebery three days. I can smell dat one eben in the best tasting snacks! I hab gained back most ob the weight I lost too (dis me in the scale), so I fank you all again for all your lub and support. I felt your lub and it worked to make me better!
Fings around here are getting a little crazy wiff the election coming up and all these scandals starting to surface, but Fibbs is handling like a boss, wiff grace and dignity. He’s too far ahead now for anyone to catch him anyway. His bote early and often strategy seems to hab worked.
I just had my warm cereal, so time for a nap now. And maybe one ob Fibbs donuts.
P.S. Here’s another poem I wrote:
Hab a good day and make it count
it’s in your heart to be happy
so don’t count yourself out
tomorrow is another day ebery time
sometimes it’s hard to make fings rhyme
so eben if your legs are going wrong
you still hab time to make them strong
(and eben if not, dats ok)
xo
