Being a Total Peanut is not easy. My relatives are always trying to tell me what to say and do. Do you have relatives like that? Well, probably not like mine. Mine are peanuts who sit in a gallery all day long waiting for something to happen so they can nag me to tell about it. Beyond that, they tell me to watch out so that I do not end up as a peanut butter sandwich but that’s another story. My biggest problem is that they will not allow me to say what I want, not even here. Nag, nag, nag. It’s enough to make me get my own place to talk. Then what will they do? Hummm?

One of these days, I am going to go out on my own and they will regret it because I AM the spokesperson for the bunch. Have you ever in your life seen such a sorry bunch of peanuts in that gallery?? Sigh.

In the meanwhile, I did have something to say. As long as you aren’t wanting things like peanut butter and peanut crunch, we can talk a while. People are nuts! Well, not peanuts of course, actual people. Human beens…beings, whatever they are. They are always wanting more than they have. Unbelievable. Who needs more than a safe place to park a peanut tail bone? Who ever heard of a “tail bone” anyway. Makes no sense to me. Guess I didn’t have much to talk abou after all.