ome people have a hard time accepting compliments and truly believing in their own brilliance. I sincerely hope that you don’t fall in that category, but just in case you do, let’s examine the source of today’s compliment. It’s coming from a FOX. He obviously knows what he’s talking about. And he thinks YOU are foxy. If a librarian were to tell you that you’ve got the best card catalog skills he or she has ever seen, you’d believe it, right? Why would a librarian lie about such a thing? (I realize card catalogs are a thing of the past. Just go with it.)
Same with Mr. Fox. He has no ulterior motives. So believe him! And head into this weekend with some swagger!
Love to you, my foxy friends!
P.S. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming of 1920’s slang next week.
Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Fox! You totally made my day. :)
Mr. Fox is happy to be of service! xoxo
Good advice! I’ll try! If you can’t trust a fox . . . .
Ha, yes, foxes scream trust – right? ;)
Grace, you are the bee’s knees! Have a great weekend.
Aw, thanks Pam! I think the same thing about you!
I do love foxes! So, I’m extra flattered to be given a compliment by one. :)
The red fox and blue background is absolutely striking!
You draw the CUTEST foxes, Celeste!