The World Rushes to Help ME< little YumYum!

Dear Dr. House,

WHEEEK!

DEAR, PRECIOUS THING SO FAR AWAY...SOB...THAT A SMILE? GIVE US A SMILE!

Please do NOT press your cursor on this photograph due to rude intrusive behavior on your part into the private world
of newlyweds. Just Say NO. Same for the following post, just move along, we know you can do it, just move along.
Thank You.

Sweet Nothings in the AfterGlow of Our Honeymoon

AIN'T NOBODY'S BIZ'NESS BUT OUR OWN!

Wid mom head over heels lovin' on him, he ain't got no worries, none!
Just look at that precious, devil-may-care smile, Oh Richard...
don't worry about mom, she yours, all yours.
~
P.S. Richard, please do not scroll down to the next post.
Thank you, YumYum

YumYum's NEW Physical Therapist, OH-NO?! Oooh, YEAH, Baby!

Dear Friends, Loved Ones, Admirers, HerdMates, and even mom...

Lori and Popie-Pie have responded to my new medical diagnozes with A Plan. One even mom
(reluctantly, of course, and modestly, of course, now that she is a blushing bride and that
Hunk o'Burning Love standing with her is not her husband, Richard, because Richard took
his new hairdo back to Benghazi to report on America's "NOT-War" as Jon Stewart refers to it.)

If the sentence makes no sense, please remember who is really crazy? The rodent ignoring proper
rules of correct grammar or the person reading a Blog written by a rodent ignoring proper rules
of correct grammar?

What we really mean is OMG! THANK YOU Lori and Popie for sending me my personal, very own, privately-held-yet SSSSoooooooNot against his will-in our own Secret Olympic Training Facility,
Apolo Anton Ohno...Yes, if you press on the picture you will see our'Polo sporting his new TATTOO but mom knows what the Bible says about...not thinking or doing Things with physical therapists over Passover because Moses is Watching and newlywed women keep matzah from breaking with their pure thoughts and chaste behavior during their beloved guinea pigs' physical therapy sessions with OMG! IS HE HOT?OR-WHAT? therapists. If you open a box of matzah and find breakage it's:
"Houston of Heaven, We Have a Problem." Only mom can prevent matzah breakage and forest fires.

Thank you,
YumYum