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Maybe not, but a nap does seem to be in order, Texy McCrankypants.

I made a strawberry and cream cheese pastry braid today. Max loves strawberries.

That's very kind of you, but Max needs more than escargot to continue his training as a dancer. Actually, winter is being stubborn over here, too. I've never seen weather like this in April. Hey, Dugh and Mum! Glad to have you back!

Even I know that isn't true, and I wasn't here seven years ago.

I go to parks regularly. Well, at least when it isn't cold outside. Max likes to play soccer with Uncle Mickey, as a way to let off steam and excess energy. Actually, I was shocked at your dismissal of Terry.

He'll be hung from the Eiffel Tower and struck with stale baguettes like a piñata.

I've always admired Natives. I even had a few Native friends in high school. One of my favorite stories came from the local Ojibwe band. It's called the Hoop Dance. It appears across many Native American tribes, and was supposedly created by Pukawiss the Outcast. His father was a human chieftain, but his mother was unknown. (A Manidoo---a forest spirit, in some versions of the story.) Pukawiss' father favored his brother, Maudjee-kawiss, who was really athletic and good at hunting, running, swimming, and fishing. All the really "manly" things a Native boy was expected to do. But Pukawiss was gentle, and didn't have the heart to kill animals. Instead, he liked to go off in the forest and watch the animals as they went about their lives. Eventually, he created a series of movements to mimic the animals, the water, and the grass, and taught these first "dances" to his tribe. All of the girls fancied him, but his heart was devoted to dancing, and he left his village to wander the earth and spread his knowledge to the other tribes.

@Drew Espinosa Feeling bored?

Hey, Clo. Glad to hear Minion is faring better.

Hey, Drewbear!

We're doing well, thanks.

Hey, Bertie. I hope you and Steve are well.

We're doing well here, too.

Hey, Terry! How are you and Aod?

Hey, Pi Boy!

Hey, Gary. How's Falkor?

Good night, Drew.

I agree with you. I shouldn't have said anything, even in a jest about "glitter bombs". For that, I apologize.

Maybe the glitter will make the Russians surrender.

I've actually been restraining myself. I could've jumped in sooner.

Yup.

Do they even have Stouffers meals in Russia?

Laced with whatever chemicals they used to make the "Gay Bomb"?

Hey, Spunky Drewster!