All through the hateful, grateful, not-another-plateful holidays. And soon we’ll be ready for the annual New Year’s Eve assault on the burnt out shell of the year that was. Personally, I’ve never been happier to see the back of anything. Bah, humbug, and extra mashed potatoes, please.
So pick up that phone and TEXT or call. I’m extremely very available, and more friendly than a pack of yellow Labradors. You may just get a special deal on those hot rocks I’m always flogging.
Speaking of puppies and kittens: