However, I continue to feel blessed to be surrounded by some people who appreciate my oddness. They remain loyal, steadfast, resilient, understanding. And so when I do feel the blues tapping on the window, I have a solution.
I simply dress my squirrel.
Or shall I say, squirrels?
My older brother (really old since he will soon turn 50) gave me one of these for Christmas. Oh, the beauty of SkyMall.
But then I returned to school from the holiday break, only to be greeted by the sweetest of little birds: Maura. And for me, she offered a bag. And what did it contain? Yet another one!
How bad can my day be when I can dress a squirrel at home and dress an entirely different squirrel at work?
Pretty cool, I know.
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