Today is day 39.
Exactly 38 days ago, I semi-elatedly received the adjusted root degree.
However, after all the pety nickle-and-diming mickey mouse bullshit that tookplace, there is still no sign of permafrost and the interiors are definitely not crystallizing.
The reindeer are teething on the spundrils again, yet their waste canals aren't what you would consider to be "cling free".
We have been noticing daily drifters through the lot.
Their hellos and goodbyes are found in the form of discarded dextrose canisters, putrescent crumblings and rectal product.
Dennis belives it's time to take action and string up the ole' multicolored yarn labyrinth again.
I believe this could be a hotfooted idea and quite costly, especially at a time when bark chips aren't in surplus.
Having said that, it could prove to be as successful as the labyrinth of '87.