This is my granddaughter Maisy. You may remember me speaking about her from several posts back. What a doll! She called me the other day to let me know just how much she enjoyed reading our latest book entitled: Butt Seriously.
She loved it so much that she began passing it around to family and friends. (next time I’ll have to encourage her to ‘sell’ the book to her friends, not loan it out. I need the money to start that college fund!)
Actually, I believe when Gemma was born the doctor was reading a copy and as he was laughing so hard when she entered the world I know Gemma will grow up to have an excellent sense of humour. ( he also slapped her bottom using our book instead of the usual hand slap hence she ‘giggled’.) And she’s never looked back.
As you can see the book in her hand has been well-traveled and seen better days meaning many have enjoyed its humour! (I believe even the family dog glanced through it and tried to bury it for future generations to dig up and enjoy.)
With that in mind Gemma requested a new copy – one without dog ‘spittle’ on it. I gave her one and here she is having just finished reading it cover-to-cover. And check out that happy smile! (another satisfied customer)
And, you may ask, what was her favourite cartoon? She said she just loved the one on page 8. (now you’ll have to get your own copy to see her preferred panel.)
Here are my two little princesses discussing the book amongst themselves, and reliving their joy at having feasted at a banquet of hilarious jokes. I’ll bet they are discussing each and every panel in detail.
That gives me an idea for a cartoon! I’m jotting the idea down right now. (don’t tell them that they inspired it or they may want royalties of some sort) I think I’ll just give them all the mustard and bologne they can eat and let it go at that)
And, maybe another free book.
(okay two free ones.)
Here it is! A cartoon fit for not one but two princesses.
(I especially like the ‘no coaches’ sign in front of the store)
And, although you can’t see it she is wearing glass slippers under her dress.
And, in her giant handbag she has, of course, a copy of our book. (she’s probably taking it into the print place to run off illegal copies. Mnnnn.)
Thanks Maisy and Gemma for all your inspiration and kind words about our latest book.
If you two ladies have any ideas you’d like me to work on then jot them down and hand them over. I will give you full credit, of course.
Keep on smiling. Your grandpa loves you both!!!
(get your own copy of our book here. I personally sign each purchase and mail for it to you for free.)
Well dear readers, this week is an interesting one because as I look at the calender I notice that it’s my (insert age here) birthday week. And just like our aging planet Earth (over 4.5 billion years and counting) I too am starting to feel a bit rusty in spots, a touch weak in the eyes, and no longer can I digest 12 corn chili dogs in one sitting. (and we won’t even discuss my hair loss although compared to Alexandre I think I’m doing pretty good.)
(I’m on the left; Alexandre is on the right)
(As a kid I did happen to swallow some loose change once that I found under a couch pillow, and as of yet it has not been accounted for)
Actually, I’ll probably need all that loose change – and more – as retirement looms somewhere over a distant horizon. (perhaps I should start swallowing a dollar a day now and with any luck – and allot of compound interest – I might just be okay)
Only drawback to that is weight gain. (I’ll just tell people I’m banking on my future and that once I’m retired then watch out for rapid weight loss!)
Fortunately, I pleased to report, I still have my funny bone (now where did I put that thing – oh
there it is holding up my open window), and along with Alexandre’s fabulous artistry, we will continue to hopefully bring a smile to your face, and put a song in your heart. (actually for that last part I’d need to get Katy Perry to assist as neither Alexandre nor I can hold a tune.)
And, I guess I should start doing more Sudokos to keep that brain in tip-top shape. (now where did I leave that thing again?)
I plan on laughing right up until the end (unless it happens when I’m in a movie theatre watching an Adam Sandler picture then I’ll be definitely going out crying).
On my tombstone they should write something like, “Here lies Mustard. He never could tell the truth.”
Now, I’m off for chocolate cake (let’s hope it’s a money cake) and vanilla ice cream with sprinkles!