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[boxofdelights]

Oh my goodness you would not believe how much dog hair I just pulled out of my keyboard. Unless you had ever been in my house. Then you would.

It is so cold in my house that even when I dropped the butter dish, the little dog decided not to leave his warm blanket. The Little Furnace That Could keeps chugging along, but I am afraid of the bitter forecasts for the middle of next week.

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[jesse_the_k]

The "too cold for butter" must make its way into some rousing urban legend told round a fire with extra mead. Because AFAICT, while dogs do hunt, they're basically LAZY SCAVENGERS.

Sending jumping molecules down the internet your way.

[marahmarie]

I'm afraid of those, too. It only just got warm here again and is actually supposed to get a bit bitter overnight before the week's out; next week we plunge right back into the 30s at night and I'm 'bout ready to start cursing the fact. Yesterday was like heaven on Earth; not too hot and not too cold (color me Goldilocks). If only it would stay that way. :(