Ga Ga....

Not the Lady,  Silly....

The Queen.

Need a Fan Over Here.....
&
A bromide with some gin.

Bats!

Headed for a Belfry Somewhere.....

We're Sure.

True Story:

When I was in the second grade, baby bats took to flight all in one day, in the classrooms and around the school (This was in Florida,  not a school building, more of a cheap motel; no hallways, just rooms that's doors opened up to the side-walk outdoors.).  Quite the stir, the fire alarm was rung and all the children exited in an orderly fashion.... 


While waiting for the class ahead of us to move along in an orderly manner, we all looked down, and there on the sidewalk was a baby bat that really couldn't fly..... The runt. 


The other seven-year-olds acted like six-year-olds and were squealing & squirming, along with our teacher: (Now get this), Mrs. Batson.  At the pinnacle of the fray I zoned out and thought of only how cute & feeble the poor little thing was.  In fiat, I swooped in to save the little creature with my hands before Chester, the one with the wooden dick and his papaw's boots, stomped it to death.  I remember the feeling that the baby was grateful to cling to another warm mammal;  I was in love again....


Mrs. Batson screamed like she had just entered the seventh level of hell........ (this was the day I learned that not all adults were as smart as I was).  Then, the only negro man at the school, the custodian, took the bat away from me after some serious convincing & a promise that the baby would be returned to me at the end of the school day....


The whole day as I thought about the reunion of my baby and me, the children cheered & the adults pondered, I didn't care, my new baby was missing me and I was worried that he was cold.  The last bell finally rang and I ran out to my mother & Mrs. Wesley, of whom, it was predetermined that she would return my baby to me.  And there with the smell of limes thick in the air, they explained to a seven-year-old Wally that Mrs. Wesley had found a belfry for my love to live in, amongst his own kind.....
I accepted it.

I still miss my baby bat 

&

That belfry thing:

So my mom's idea and words....

Oh Dear!.....

Do We Check With Dr. Freud First????

Or should we just let him sleep

&

tell him about it later???

We're Just Missing Our Man...........

Hopefully!

Two Lovin' Spoonsfull!

Waiting For The Bartender.....

AGAIN!!!

Call It....

DESTINY 

&

By Bartender...

We Mean Dr. Freud.... 

Guess Why We've Been Absent?

Is It Wrong?

You Are All So Sweet....

Gives Us Time To Water The Bush.....

WE KNOW!!!....

What does one do about an inappropriately torn blouse?

Still Thinking.....

Borscht

Borscht.

Brothers in Their Homes With Their Beatles & Their Stones........

And I'm CRAZY!

A Brief Quiff...

Of History...

Bring Me a Bromide & Put Some Gin in It!....

Society....

Hippies & Herculon...

It Just Can't Get Any Better Than This.....

Someone

 Bring Mother a Can of Budweiser!

&

Her Smelling Salts...

Forgot One of You, Sorry....

Welcome Gay!!!

Watch This....

He didn't get out of the caca-dodie car!.......

One More Song About Moving Along the Highway....

For  Jack & Chris & Valentino....

He said; She said...

You are a nobody if you didn't see this

GOOD RIDDANCE ; BAD RUBBISH 

I'm not asking, but do tell....

And from the sky comes the Lord & the lightning ....

And Then Add a Little Joni.......

Anderson.....

BITCH!

Wish We Had Some Watermelon, Wish We Had Some Watermelon, Wish We Had Some Watermelon...

Welcome To The U.S.A. Where We Will Just Kill You Because We Feel Like It...

Why?

Sorry, it's UN week in New York.....
Seems that we could do a better job of it than these psychopaths....

Wasn't That The Way America Was Supposed To Be???

Tisk, Tisk, Tisk, TUSK.....

Only watch this if you are a real fan, or if you are familiar with the sensation of an impending breakdown.....

Not quite what I was looking for, 

But,

The question still begs:

Just Tell Me That You Love Me.

This Auto Makes Us Look Svelte......

We Like It....

Free Birds of Paradise.....

Thank all of you for sticking with me through these hard times we are having, leaving uplifting comments & such.....

We just felt like sharing the way we view all ya all:

As-

Birds of Paradise, 

each and everyone of you....

None!

No more beautiful than the next....

A sincere thank you 

&

 when we have the wherewithal, we will spill everything....

But for now a song for our lovey darlin's:

This is the life they said that dreams are made of.....?

Pretty Much the Same Story Kids.....

Getting to you when we can.

Do We Really Look as Tired and Runned Down as We Feel?

Papaw Took a Stroke at a Very Bad Time....

Welcome to Rome.

RIP
Jimmy Leeward...
Along with all the people you took with you.

You were their to see blood & guts, why act surprised?

Froot Loops....

Hopefully with beer!

Our Mother, Doing Her Part for the War Effort.....

Shirley Schoff

Taken from a home-made box camera by a flat-foot & developed by same.....

Sometimes We Look in the Mirror.....

And we see a little gypsy that got around.....

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Spilt The Wine.....

Dig that girl.....

We Love You, We Really Do....

Not Twenty-eight.....

It Is Very Nice To Know That We Are Loved.......

But There is Always Filing to Do....

I Dunno, What Do You Feel Like Doin' ?

Viva La Resistance.....

Feeling Pretty...

America? Are You Really This Stupid???

Straight Into a Large Tree....

Damn Porcupines......

You Better Start Swimming or You'll Sink Like a Stone...

The GOP is EVIL.

Just wanted to point that out before they turn off the internet.....

The Cocoon Period Can Be Difficult...

Altogether Now!

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Now consider the word - "twat" ...

You have been pronouncing it wrong your entire life...

LET'S DO IT TOGETHER NOW- - -

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isn't a crime?
...i'm not sure about my schmer - schmoo...-[

'cause...

""you don't know enough about me.""

qw

PS. the words on the blackboard are truly coincidental

A Happy Thought!

Bubble...

Thanks Parkaboy

Do Ya Wanna Have Sex? Or Do Ya Wanna Make Love????

Anyway, Dreaming is Free.

We Know How Old You Are.....

By your amount of esteem for Mad donna...

As a horticulturist, we must point out that only a moron would stick their nose in a Hydrangea cluster.

He said; She said...

Listen to your filthy mouth, you fucking whore...  We all grow up a little bit.

My being a chef, I have always considered cuisine the highest form of art because it turns to shit, promptly.... As is the way of all art, chefs just skip the middlemen of time & ongoing appreciation....


The United States are a great place to live if you have money & don't ask questions....  Poor Papaw.


If you find the need to feel moist, This did the trick for me!


I really do believe that God answers prayer, and I have to ask: "Have You Gotten Your Answer Mary".

Something New.....

Many of the political blogs that we read have a post dedicated to links to other blog posts that really need to be consumed  (I like the term "diary rescue").  I am going to start doing this today as I have been thinking about it for quite some time.


I think I'll call it "He said; She said".


The logistics may take time to work out, but if you are a regular reader of A Queens' Queen, then I would encourage you to scroll down and check the post as I will update and add throughout the day as the queen sees fit.

Let's give it a try, shall we?

Tomorrow is Another Day...

September Again

Pink & Gold is Our Favorite Colors....

Here it Comes.

You Pig.

How Come You Don't Want to Kiss Me?

Was She Crazy?

Or Are We???

Repunzel! Hey! Repunzel!......

Where Did Your Hair Go?

Vote Republican!!!

&

Help America Clean Up This Mess!

Word.

YES!  We'll take a walk! and then everything 'ill be so much better!

Hello There...I'm Your Fifty-Second Birthday Presence......

&

We all love presents!

We've always believed in giving a gift that someone can use...

Happy happy, Baby...

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