Dear Chicago Weather,
I do not understand you. I never will. You are effing strange. Let’s agree to disagree on everything. I will still act cordial toward you at parties. No more reality TV and wine nights, though. We’re over. Regards, Molly
Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but...– G K Chesterton
She’s entitled to like any flower she wants and she didn’t want to...– Dear Madonna, This statement by your “people” does not make it better. You are a jerk. If I ever become this ungrateful in life OR employ someone who allows me to be this ungrateful, please shoot me. (In case you missed it here.) Oh, if I ever begin speaking in a pseudo-British accent...