Thursday, May 5, 2011

O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?-Percy Bysshe Shelley

I don't like to be cold.

Being cold is one of my least favorite things ever. It's up there with people who kick puppies and direct to DVD movie sequels.
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Growing Up Gramma said...

Wait till you hit menopause, the hot flashes will have you turning your furnace down to 45 degrees. Or crawling in a freezer to sleep. Or considering bathing in ice water.

May 5, 2011 at 11:22 AM

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