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Well, just one Jew so far; the Farm Manager.
But that's the Jew who matters most to me. After all, that's the one I snuggle up with every night.
So she takes a glance at the title of my last blog post, and right away she announces “I'm never reading your blog again!”
Oh for fucks sakes!
Did she momentarily forget that we're doing satire here?
Does she really think there were crop circles out in the field announcing that Justin Bieber is the Messiah?
And let her comb through those 4400+ posts and find one favorable to Nazism or Hitler…
I suspect the real issue is something quite unrelated. She's having cold flashes. That's the corollary of hot flashes, and while I believe that both hot and cold flashes are the real thing to the person who is experiencing them, both may be brought on by something other than the actual temperature in the room.
Unfortunately, when she has cold flashes, they are due not to the actual temperature, but to the fact that I am an asshole for not having called the furnace guy in July instead of September, and not having packed the basement with a year's worth of firewood.
Truth be told, had I known that the furnace guy takes six months to get around to you, I would have called him in July. As for the wood, we've got a really impressive reserve supply of dead elms within a hundred yards of the house, and we've not run out of wood yet.
Nor will we.