Rocket, you gottit!

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But the Rocket J Squirrel Award For The Most Useful Bit O' Information
came from Mr. Marc Perdue who wisely pointed out that "[...] it doesn't
matter if you're right. She's right and that's all that matters, whether
you actually are or not."

Marc is, of course, absolutely correct. Happy wife, happy life.
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Of course there is the venerable and proven squirrel coat.  Heats for
peanuts.  Looks smart.  100% organic, non-GMO, great conversation piece
but...there are side effects.  Familial squabbling can keep you up at night
and if unmanaged the resultant territorial disputes can wreak havoc inside
your cozy van.  And the exhaust can be as difficult to get rid of as
nuclear waste.

So back to the baasics.  Wear a sweater and  a hat, even indoors.  Take the
cat to bed.

You can only get so naked, but you can stack on sweaters or genuwine
synchilla fuzzies til you resemble one of the south park kiddles.  Although
a ferret or two in your knickers sounds good, it's worse than the squirrels.

In the words of an old AC47 crewchief.  "Light em up, Ralphie" -- in memory
of Ralph Mascunana, 1944-2013 (Puff Driver) .

Pensionerd.

Eat lamb, wear wool, 100,000 coyotes can't be wrong.