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
a little texas mixed with cinnamon and a dash of heart.
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
