Poor Frau Grace.
She has a terrible cold. I gave it to her. Poor baby. She’s blowing her nose and sneezing and coughing up big hunks of yellow sputum. I made a big pot of chicken soup for her:
I had lobster.
I’m so good to her. By the way, in that first picture did you notice that 1940’s vacuum coffee pot? That’s how I make my coffee up here on the Chesapeake. Young people don’t know what it is.
This week and the next, Sid goes into competition with Duane’s frog. It’s from 2014.
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