Marcus: Hairy ohm to all. I have returned -
Cyndi: Stop right there! Before you return, what's a hairy ohm?
Marcus: That's Yam Aunty's greeting. I just thought I'd borrow it today.
Cyndi: And why would she be talking about a hairy unit of electrical resistance?
Marcus: I have no idea, but everyone nods and smiles when she says it.
Cyndi: Wait! Wait! I'm looking through her emails now. It's not "hairy ohm". It's "Hari om".
Marcus: Oh, well, I was close.
Cyndi: You weren't even close.
Marcus: I am never wrong. Except perhaps - Never mind. Frankie and Ernie asked me a very important question --
"OH GRRRRREAAT Swampi... can you do anythingy to get this Horrid Snow Storm STELLA to stay FAR From our place? We are supposed to get 6 to 9 Inches of "IT" and we don't Want it."
I have great news for you, Frankie and Ernie, I see that after only three long days of blowing snow and drifts, Stella will move on and will only leave you with about 7" of snow.
Cyndi: You call that good news? Hold on! You're cheating. You got that information off of their mom's emails to Jan.
Marcus: I said I see. I didn't say where. And now to answer a question from our friend Loulou.
"Could you please tell me where you get those adorable turbans you wear...tres chic."
Of course. This particular turban is one of a kind and was handmade in the magical land of stellaroselong. Despite comments about resembling a giraffe,
when I first donned it, something magical happened. I became The Great Swampi.
Cyndi: I'm starting to wonder if Stella slipped a bottle of Wild Turkey in the box with it.
Marcus: My newfound persona does not depend on intoxicants. I possess a clear head, keen eyesight, and perfect hearing.
Cyndi: I guess a sound mind is the only thing missing.
Marcus: What did you say?
Cyndi: Nothing important.