Ah, the wistful Monday rhyme: the morrow will come and no wine be thine! No stinco, no liver; Tuesdays ne’er deliver, whilst Wednesday awaits so fine.
Our favorite little lentil eater
shared this with us...
Watch a sad Sammy strolling by when we were closed that week in July, with momma Becca and papa Gav spurned of consoling reply.
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