You rhyme things with fog.
Start with bog fog, and end with something like: Slog, the green frog, wearing togs while sitting on a log, said 'grog' in the bog fog. I'm quite certain there was a dog that may or may not have been agog, writing his blog.
So. That's how you do it.
Also, burping helps.
It is completely impossible to cheer up a 14 year old girl, and you are crazy if you try. I'm just sayin.
(As an aside, I have never seen so much fog, for so many days, in this province before. It's like living on the island again)
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It makes grown-ups smile too. (too bad that D not thinks you're just a little crazy now)
In related news, Mat had a cat & a hat, upon which he sat, making it flat. And that was that.
I was going to ask you to take your camera with you, if you're biking & it's foggy/frosty... I'd love to see some pics of the trees along the river.
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