I hate to say it...but this isn't going to work. My infiltration of Miss Creative's blog My posting on Miss Creative's blog, I mean. I've tried. And I never give up. At least usually I don't. But what's happened is, each time, just as I've settled at the computer, I hear HER coming. So I have to quick close the window before I've had a chance to save my post---or even write it.
And I fly back to my usual corner so dear Miss Creative won't suspect anything. But the way she rushes to the computer the minute she comes into the room, and hunches down over it---
---like she doesn't want me to see what she's up to or something---well I just KNOW she suspects me and she's snooping around trying to find evidence against me . . . so I haven't been able to sneak in post one single entry. And besides I HATE that snooping she does. It's SO . . . undignified. I would NEVER do such a thing. I've got my principles, after all. As you know. But anyway---I've got my own blog working again so I'm going to post THERE from now on. In fact I'm flapping over there right now to tell you the TRUTH about Miss Creative and her back yard. See you there---http://bessiebeetum.blogspot.com/
Here I am. Bessie Beetum, long-suffering house-mate with Miss Creative (aka Wendy Watson). You might not have heard of me or read my blog (http://bessiebeetum.blogspot.com/). And that might be because dear dear Miss Creative messed that blog up a while ago. Accidentally-on-purpose, of course. I don't suppose She wanted folks to read my blog instead of hers. (Folks always prefer mine. If they want to know what's actually happening, that is.) And even though these days Miss Creative isn't doing much on her own blog---well, She could still easily decide to delete MY ENTIRE BLOG.
So I'm switching blogs. Taking over infiltrating posting on this blog from now on. Someone has to tell the truth around here. And I always do my duty.
In case you're wondering, Miss Creative won't notice any posts I put up. See her desk? She wouldn't notice if her whole nest fell down.
Unless she catches me in the act of hacking into her blog. She might notice that. Oops---here she comes. Got to go...
