Somebody, to whom I will refer as Little Miss Crabby Pants, complained about my old new background. Something about it being too hard to read, that it would be easier to read Braille.
You know who you are. Is this better? And don't think you're fooling me. You have a sour grapes attitude that you are in a muggy swamp and I am living in the cool mountain air. As a matter of fact, we are getting ready to go to Rosh Hashanah dinner at I and J's and I am wearing PANTS. Not shorts, not capris. Pants! And I may be chilly later.
Ta ta. Burr.
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