Nov 11, 2024
"Hello Mr. Oliver"
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"Hello Mr. Oliver"
What does the fox say? "I'M FREAKIN ADORABLE."
I know, you guys. This whole "below-freezing" thing in November is complete flapdoodle. I can tell from my early-morning FB feed that people are going to be in a grump-o-tastic mood today, so I call upon a beast that takes the cold in stride. ( Arctic Fox enters, laughing)
The Arctic Fox don't pay the cold no nevermind! When the temps start dropping, her fur turns white so she can slink along the tundra and pounce on her dinner undetected. When food gets scarce, does she complain? Does she whine about not having Seamless to bring her some warm seal blubber on a snowy night? Naw, she gets all crafty and follows around polar bears to dine on their fine leftovers. Sly!
In the wild, the Arctic Fox only lives about three years, so she doesn't have time to post complainy status updates about the weather. She just does her thing, and she does it with a fluffy wuvvums face!
Today, as I leave home, I too will change my coat for the season. Wrapped in my big silver puffy astronaut parka, I will behold nothing but a sea of Arctic Foxes. We will roam the land together, accepting the cold as part of life, heading to our underground tunnels to travel and hunt. And together we will say "Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding" to the chill in the air. Happy Wednesday, friends! Be foxy.
Love is messy, pigs are clean
On this day that stirs up some extreme emotions in people, I summon two paint-spattered piglets! Today, these sows of many colors will ride on the train with me, and remind me that Valentine's day is really about someone that you can get covered in gook with, still come out looking cute, and then pose for a picture with so you never forget how messy you were. These little pork chops think I am T-E-R-R-I-F-I-C! The bacon sea will part as I board the PATH train, and they will say "Salutations!" When I say "sorry guys, I'm just going to scoot past you to the middle there where there's all that room," they will snort their little piggy snorts and snuffle at me good-naturedly. Thanks, little fluorescent piglets. I know you're normally really clean, so I appreciate you taking one for the team. With you, I will navigate this February 14th with a smile on my face.
Painted Piggies!!