No more Taylor Swift please. No more Iggy Azalea. It’s time for peanut butter and crackers.
The girl was singing her little heart out when I smelled there was an issue. So I pawed with my right paw.
Then I pawed with my left paw.
Sure enough. The girl was 98. Just below the threshold. I got my cheerios but….
….I’ll wait for some peanut butter and crackers. Those smell good.