Small mammals have proliferated at the marina but I am forbidden from imbibing. This is complete crap. If it is about my knee, I will gladly take take my chances. It’s **my** knee. If it’s about them, it defies analysis. I counted 75 000 on cursory glance this morning, a larger number than the Yankees left stranded yesterday. So we’re not talking about snow leopards here. But the thought of me having just one – even a small sickly one – is apparently some sort of epic animal welfare crisis. Fine. I’ll work around this.
Then, as I am partying with my toys before breakfast she ambushes me for nails. Would that spa treatments were so regular. I appreciate the careful attention to my feet and lower legs but my pants are getting very poofy.