I tend to like things on the mild-side. I like sedate-colored clothing, milky (decaf) coffee beverages, and only one star in my curried squash from Lao Laan-Xang. And, I like mild weather. I get cold very easily in the harsh winters, but also melt into a puddle of laziness in extreme summer heat. But, I do not like today's unseasonably mild weather. In fall or spring, I would love a 66-degree day. But in January? It's a sign of the coming of the End.
This weather makes me worried about our northern fuzzy friends, the polar bears. So, I thought I would dedicate today's post to their mild, soft cuteness.
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1 year ago
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This is so adorable that I weep.
I am sad for wiggly endangered beasts.
KRW: But aren't you also joyous for biodiversity?
CRD: Are they tears of joy for the cuteness?
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Thanks Kids!
The tears are bittersweet, like the tea of General Yen with some sugar in it.
Dear Mild Amber,
Today to enjoy the globally warm 70 degree temperatures, I went out without jacket for a delightful iced coffee. What fun. I wish you could have come along -- it would have been twice as good a trip.
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