Wen my daddy coms home he wikes to put hims footies up an' relax wif us howndies on hims wap an' watch da pitcher box. So he did dis an' turned on da box an' did not wook rite away...he cud heer it, but wen he lookeded, dere wuz no pitcher. Ok, so he checks da dish fingy, da remote fingy, an' da teck persun (Mama). Nope. Nuffin. Den he gets onda fone an' after tawkin' to sumbuddy he sed wif a sad face dat ta pitcher box habbed dyed. So him an' Mama went in da twuck an' wen dey camed back (dey seem to hab had a nudder adbencher wile dey wuz gon), dey habbed a big ol' box. Furst dey taked owt da ol' pitcher box, den emtied dis noo box an' Mama sez "Hode it! We don't tuch nuffin' till we reed da struck shins!! Hans off, DAD!!" Whelp to make a looooong loooong story short, after dey red, put togevver, set up, pwugged in an' awl dat stuff...it did not werk. Nope - nuffin. Papa wuz so sad he went to bed. Mama wuz up to da wee howrs werkin' on it. Da teck pawson for da tv wuz (she sed) a iddy yot. She went to bed. Dis mornin' she sent Papa off to werk an whut do yu no...she cawled da dish peeple. Dey iz (Mama sed) jeen yusses. Dey fixeded it rite off da bat(by tellin' Mama whut to do) an' now it werks. So Mama saves da day agan an' Dad's bad day shud tern gud wen he gets home an' he kin watch hiz telly an' snuggle wif Vito an' me.
TADA!!
P.S. Owr Unka Mike iz home an' doin' gud an' we ar happy! Owr Unka Tom iz in da vetspittle, but iz amay zing da doktors by doin' bedder so we iz still droolin' an' Mama iz still prayin' but IT IZ WERKIN'!! YAY!!
Till nex time,
Arfur
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