So my work sent me to a training class all week, and it turns out that the instructor is from England! And not only that but his brother is a Beefeater at the Tower of London which is pretty cool. So I mentioned to him that I was also British, and now he seems to think we're friends because he started making fun of me. He already made a crack about my haircut, and then one about my age! Ha! What a joker.... :-)
Now I'm off to take Orion on a walk....
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