Oh, sure. I'm levitating in joy for him.
It's in Wisconsin. That's not even Minnesota. It's across the river . . . or lake depanding on which part of the state you stand. I have nothing against Wisconsin. A road goes through it which leads to Florida. They make cheese and cranberries there. What's not to love about cranberries? That doesn't mean we move there.
Fine. I'm sure it's very nice and they'll be perfectly happy there.
Just give me a few more days. I am not good with change.