I have been coming down with a cold very, very slowly (why miss work when one can be sick for a second holiday in a row??). It is therefore a good thing I am alone, because the sound of my laughter at the moment (the sound of a decades-long dedicated filterless Luckies smoker) cannot be heard ...
... well, by anything but my poor dog. Who remains all unknowing and unconcerned. Bless her.
No, seriously. Bless her. Even as she makes sad noises at me. Because at least she isn't making food.
Go. Read:
"The ground is all weird!"
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