Dear reader don’t be confused.
My secretary got her numbers mixed up again. So we are now correctly on 1695.
The cold is impacting the blood circulation to her brain.
All the tiny capillaries in our paws have constricted to conserve heat loss.
I wish that it would warm up just enough to feel less like White Fang and more like Goofy.
Did you know though that it’s even cold at Disney.
Such weather calls for additional calories so I’m anxious to get some more milk bones.
If you would have elected me rather than The Donald I’d have made sure that every household had a supply.
Oh well there is always next time. I might be a geriatric by then but I guess that would be consistent.
Stay toasty and eat up.
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