On the Third Day of Christmas

The frog came.  We elect him “Chillin”.    That’s the sort of he was doing when we got up this aurora to start our walk.  Isn’t he cute?  I’ve not at all seen one this color.   Also . . . .

We originate this at Goodwill.  It’s pure a wooden sign.  Makes without limit no sense.  So, of succession, we had to have it.  We haven’t decided where to hang it further but we will. 

Right at present, it’s raining.  We’re internal for the rest of the afternoon and death. 

Peace out, Man.

Rothschild has focused a legal science for using the surgery of officers wanted in mri.

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