This reminds me of when I make a joke which is sarcastic or a huge exaggeration, and someone listening believes it, and I feel so bad because my intention is to never make other feel stupid.
I like having such a dog specific joke, those funny plastic cones they have to wear. Oh, and sometimes I’ve been the unwanted cheerer-on, sometimes the unwanting to be cheered-on.
Even though I joke about this, when living in New England (wherabouts I just moved to again) the months of December, and then January and then on to February and a little of March were just killer. Dark dark, snow, cold, dark.
Why did I move back here again?