Right Away, Ma’am.

Frida, home sick but with enough energy for a little dry humor before her now-rare afternoon nap, glares at me and barks, “You. Snugglatorium. Now.”

If your goal is a pre-nap snuggle with a Betsy who’s laughing so hard she’s crying, this appears to be a sure bet.

Love to all, and may your holidays be rich with just the right mix of antibodies.

 

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