The Alphabet

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

I think there is something to be said about the alphabet and MY life these days....

Are you seeing the same thing as me?

Did you notice what comes after the letter K and before the letter O?

L........Lily

M......Marley

N.......Newby

I think it's karma or kismet, but definately NOT a fluke. It is meant to be!

I've talked to both Marley and Newby about our little, errrr,,,, uhhh,,,,, situation. (Hey, if you want something done right, just have a girl do it ~ right?)

Marley was having a senior moment (or as I called it, a senior melt down). For some reason he thought that since I met Newby, I was never gonna talk to him again and that I was gonna furget all about him~Silly Marley! Like I could ever do that. He and I go way back (a year) and he will always be my Blogville man! And now I know too how Marley feels about me. (And if you want to be nosey and pry into my personal mail from Marley, you can read his letter under my Country Music post.)

And the best part is.... He said that he wants us to all pal around with Newby too! Because we both know that Newby is a totally pawsome dude and that he is my very good furend and it's all or nothing! At the end of the day, I think it's a win-win for all of us. 

And the fact that Marley doesn't mind sharing me with Newby and he thinks we could possibly call ourselves the Three Musketeers! Except for the fact that the Three Musketeers were all boy's men and I'm a girl lady and all, and Marley and Newby are boy's men and didn't they all have mustaches?? Well, I don't have a mustache, or do I? Well I guess I kind of do, because I am really hairy and all, but I don't think my hairdresser stylist would call it such and I for some reason think I'm supposed to have hair in all the places that I do, and if in the real life days of ol'e they were all boy's men in the group how does that make ME fit in with the Three Muska.... Ah, never mind... The impawtant thing is that we're all gonna be the BESTEST of furends and we can do things like sit around the campfire, hold paws and sing Kumbaya and eat roasted dog bones and swig back some sarsaparilla, or we can all woof and bark with each other on our Blogs or e-mails and we can just be ourselves and have a great time together.

 

 

 

Isn't that truly what life is all about!

Hugs,
Lily Belle