Someone [Whitaker] is getting to be better at hide and go seek. Maybe drinking from the toilet the other day was beneficial, maybe it is akin to the fountain of youth. Maybe (just maybe) the commode (as my father refers to it) is the fountain of smarts.
On another unrelated note, have I ever mentioned how much I despise Spring in the Pacific NW - I think I have every Spring since writing in this space. As I sit typing I look outside to cold wet weather. As the rest of the country celebrates short sleeves and warmer temperatures, we huddle in our polar fleeces and rain gear waiting for July to come. Rant over. Happy Friday.
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