Two days ago, you were 83 degrees. Although I was not expecting summer to appear almost instantly, I was, by no means, distraught over the warm weather.
And then you go and pull this shit.
A whopping 45 degrees. Seriously? Do you not fine something alarmingly fishy with the fact that you've declined in temperature by nearly half?
Well, I'm not amused. So, when you get a minute, I'd appreciate it if you'd get your shit together before we all catch pneumonia.
Love,
Rach
PS: And you wonder why we're moving South.
PSS: You're driving me to drink (ya know, to warm up internally and stuff...)
What is that? It looks delicious. :)
ReplyDeleteWould you believe me if I told you it was called a "Salty Dog"?
ReplyDelete(salt rimmed glass, vodka, & grapefruit juice)
Heaven.