Cold. Blowy. Bitter. And cold. I never want to spend another winter in Alberta as long as I live. Seriously.
The dog was good company on Christmas Eve. Farting, burping, growling, and taking peoples shoes [corrected from shows] God knows where.
And the Christmas Tree that wouldn't stand still so I could take its picture.
And all Santa brought me was a big pile of year end paper work. Taxes. Budgets. Death by a thousand paper cuts. Riveting stuff. This is why they invented January. Doldrums ne plus ultra.
Brother can you spare me a dime?
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