There I was quietly enjoying my Christmas holiday when friends alerted me to war clouds in the Woony News. Scrooge apparently saw the light but not that mean-spirited man called LaMoine. I thought Moses unleashed only seven plagues, but you could qualify for the eighth. You may have possibly escaped Pandora’s Box with all the other pestilence.
I am like an accountant for Claude’s spreadsheet of life – it’s all about checks and balances. Some days the ledger looks good, other days I want to throw the pencil in the air and leave him to run amok. Yet, home is where my heart is, but travel is where my mind is – the yearning to see and experience new places in my travels before I have a walker with yellow tennis balls for feet.
Now to deal with your rumor mill … the “Land of Dee Dairy” has never suffered from milk production and has been renowned for cream. (Glance at Claude’s girth). As to your insinuations that Claude doesn’t have enough milk for his cereal, did you ever consider that the problem could be Claude is just milk intolerant?
My invite remains open to live with Claude for three days for a “Meet & Greet.” By the way, I totally resent being referred to as a cow – as I was born in the year of the horse, so I say, “Why buy the stallion when you can ride it for free.”
A toast to the
New Year,
Dee Baby