He’s Waiting In the Car

Pfft, I’m a quart low. Is hibernation off the table? The guy who massages my sacroiliac every Saturday says bears eat grass and mud to plug up their intestines for a long winter’s nap but to me, that sounds like a crazy-expensive spa diet. Wheat grass and mushroom broth? Cheers! Let’s snooze.

Anyway, stocking caps clash with my green monster bedroom slippers.

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