It's going to snow and I'm roasting red peppers. I don't really know what to do with myself. I'm just not ready for snow. This is why I'm going to make myself a really good dinner because I need to make myself feel better by eating food.
My costume has no pants. Bees don't wear pants. I'm going to freeze. Why do I live in Boston?
You ought to head south for the winter, it's what the birds do.
ReplyDeleteThe birds and old people are onto something.
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