Note to the AWIT.                                                     The Not-So-Deep South

Insert cutesy Christmas image here ß                       December, 2009 (Year of the Ox)

 

Greetings to friends and kin of the Miller-Younkin clan, as well as former friends and kin twice-or-thrice removed whom we forgot to take off our Christmas mailing list.

 

An apology to our loyal readers.  As many of you who have followed my Christmas letters over 13 past Christmases might know, I, the Webmistress, am getting up there in doggie years.  In last year’s epistle I mentioned turning this honored task over to a successor and retiring to a well deserved—well, eh, retirement.  The logical choice for my successor was the AWIT (Assistant Webmaster in Training), Petronius.  Unfortunately Petronius is a CAT, and being such—well, you no doubt recall the saying about trying to herd cats.  Then again, we never thought much of that saying since cats don’t live in herds but are solitary—but I digress.  Where was I?  When I approached the other cat, Zeus, about doing it, I was met with hysterical laughter.  So Petronius, the AWIT has assumed the duties of writing our Christmas letters.  You know, AWIT’s an interesting word.  If you scramble the letters you get WAIT and WIT (if you ignore the A) and almost get TWIT, not to mention TAWI (which I guess I just mentioned—you know, not to mention is a thoroughly pointless phrase) which transcribed in ancient Egyptian means “a plague of aardvarks on your mother-in-law,” not to be confused with the obscure Hittite deity TAWWI who was the patron saint of acronyms.  Anyway, as with last year’s Christmas letter, I notice that one task given to the AWIT of inserting a cutesy Christmas picture at the top of this letter has again gone unfulfilled.

 

To get to the point, I have attempted to have Petronius write this letter, and the farthest he got was a rough draft.  Since it’s all we have and it’s time to mail the Christmas cards, this is the best we can do this year.  Sorry about that, but I’m sure you’ll agree it’s the thought that counts.  And might I add to all you readers out there who have complained about my letters, you are about to get your just deserts desserts.  Serves you right.  So without further goo-goo ado, here’s Pete’s draft.  And as Sponge Bob Square Pants would say, “Good luck with that.”

 

JEl;;;;;;;;lU  kdk &    #!@*%$! KEY BORED!  KRETINGS TO FIENDS

AN KIN OF DE MULLA YONKIN CAN   

EAR IS A LITTLE PO-M I RITE

KATS R GUD

KATS R GRATE

UNLIKE DOGS

HO R INGRATES

 

Huh?  Stop messing around and get on with the letter.   OK   OK

 

LAST CHRISTMAS DEVIN, GENE AN KIM WENT AN SAW DERIK IN LOONEYVILLE WHERE DERIK PUTS UP LITES, TERNS ON LITES, TERNS OFF LITES AN TAKES DOWN LITES AT A THEETA.  DERIK B LEAVES ONE GUD TERN DE SWERVES A NUTHER.  DERIK DID DE LIGHTNING DESIGN FOR A GNU VOICES PLAY FAST T BILL.  HE IS LERN IN TO PAY DA DRUMS AND BOTHA DA NAY BORES. 

LAST SUMMA DERIK AN DEVIN FELL OUTTA PLANE BUTT WER OK KAUS DEY HAV PARROT CUTES. 

DEVIN IS A STEW DENT OF MEK KAN ICK L END GIN EAR IN FORE DA THREE YEAR AT VCU.  TANK GOODNISS I DONUT HAV TO SPILL VA GIN E AH KOM MOM WELCH U NIGH VERSH A WE.  SHE ALSO A TEECH IN AS SIS ANT DERE.  SHE IS GO IN TO TIM CON NEX WEAK.  (DO KNOT ASK.) 

GENE FEEDS US AN TAKES DA BIG BLAK FURRY ONE FUR WALKS AN TEETHERS LITTLE PEOPLE STILL.

KIM JIM TORTORED STEW DENTS DIS SUMMA WIT NUK LAR WE ACT THOR FEAR WE.

ZOOSE IS MY HERO.  I WORE SHIP DA LITTA  BOX HE P’S IN. 

DUCK CHEESE IS A DOG.  ENUFF SAD A BOT DAT.

DID EYE KOV UR EBB ER WE THIN?  Y R U KRYIN? 

 

WE WIST U DE WERY BEST MARY CHRISTMAS AN A HARPY GNU YARE.

 

 

 

P S    HOWD I DO?

 

P.P.S.  Here again are our vital sadistics:   

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