Okay. I’m not getting fat. I want to put an end to the rumors. I might look a bit fuller, but that’s because my hair has grown out. And it’s been really cold, so of course I’m eating a little more. I’m storing up for winter.

And it’s really boring around here with all this snow.

The Christmas tree hasn’t even been put up yet, there are no bird feeders because of a few stupid bears, the flies are hibernating, … I could go on but it’s too upsetting.

The only thing remotely interesting is Betty hitting those white balls across the floor into that coffee mug. Don’t ask.