arrggh, me achin' bones!

Ahoy there me hearties! It be National Talk Like a Pirate Day, me favorite day of the year! Arggh!

Jes' wantin' to keep ya posted on me comins and goins. So many things illin' me, I be feelin' like a senior citizen! (No offense meant to me senior readers, be sure o that!)

Well, to start, I has-ta say "arggh, me bones are an-achin!" Been takin' that there Fosamax (some gritty stuff, lemmetellya), but it made me throatpipe feel like someone jammed a peanut butter sammich down me craw. Arggh! Shore nuf, I stopped takin' that arful stuff! Argggh! Argggh! Argggh!

Me oncologist about shivered her timbers to hear of me giving the Fosamax a walk off the plank. But lemmetellya, when this here pirate can't be swilling her grub like she used-ta, the lines must be drawn.

Me doctor and me will squawk anudder day about hows to be fixin' me brittle-bones, be sure o that! Jes' waitin' until me throat is a-workin once agin.

Meanstwhile, that there 2-mile walk 3 or 4 times a week, that is jes' what this pirate's bones be a-callin' fer....no, not a walk off the plank, me hearties....har-de-har-har-har, now don't be makin' me laugh, it hurts me windpipe....I'm a-talkin' bouts a walk around me village. Nice and early, before the sun be comin' up, with me iPod and all (a pirate has to have her music, ye knows!)
Does a body good, lemmetellya.

Well, before I be wearin' out me welcome, and runnin' out of pirate things ta say, that's all for now.

Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day to all me pirate and landlubber friends! Arghh! (and avast! and yo-ho-ho and a bottle o rum, etc....)