A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Wind chill= 1. One. One effing degree.

I don't wanna go to work. I don't want to leave the house. No!

Please?

Fine. Let me just pull on eight layers of long johns or something else that I don't own because it's not supposed to be 1 degree in Mississippi.

Ready for summer again. Gimme back grilling out, sundresses, flip flops, and reading on the porch.

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