The Florida heat is getting to me. I am, after all, covered in fur. I want a raft in the pool with floating bowl holders and I want those bowls filled with this beer. All I ever get is a custard cup full of Miller Lite. I suppose beggars can't be choosers.
 
Dear Moose and Steph,

Can I move in with you? I clean kitchen floors and am an excellent garbage disposal.

Sincerely yours (if you want me),
Hank