Post 'Oliday Problems...

Ee am reviewing te zituation. Ee do no tink Ee should 'ave 'ad children. Oh oui! Tey are zo cute, zo sweet, zo rewarding, but alas, vit zo many of tem being teenagers now Ee am no zure Ee can 'andle eet. Babette zays: "Oh la la, Maurice yoo should 'ave tought of tat before ve got married! Eet ees yoor problem now too! Vhat are ve to do?" Oui, vhat are ve to do...

Eet ees Fume Blanc. Again. 'E 'as taken 'is youngest zister, Beaujolais, under 'is ving and now she ees tinking of becoming a vegan too. Ee do no tink Ee can 'andle te shame. Two vegans in te family. Vhat vill te oter dinosaur families zay? Eet vas bad enough vit one, but now two? Shoot me now. Just do eet!

Ee can no longer go to te country club as eet es. Godzilla 'as been ribbing me for months about Fume Blanc. Ee can 'ear teir vhispers. Ee know te Basylisk vill no play tennis vit me because of eet. 'E zays: "Maurice, it's bad enough, old boy, you eat cheese! Give me a hearty meal of uncooked flesh anyday of the week. All this cheese stuff is complete nonsense I tell you!" And now, 'e ignores me vhen Ee valk eento a room. Ee should give 'im vhat ees vhat! Tat ees vhat Ee should do!

Ee just can no picture Fume Blanc and Beaujolais running rampant in a field of zoy terrorizing te plants. Eet ees just not te zame. Oh te shame of eet all. Oh te shame!