When is it going to stop?! It's like we're all living on a Newfoundland's tongue. When I went to bed last night, my shoes were sitting on a stack of paper towels.
I feel like I should be scrawling morose poetry over a cup of espresso, lamenting the very moistness of my soul.
Gah, I'm right there with you. We need a desert vacation.
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I feel like I should be scrawling morose poetry over a cup of espresso, lamenting the very moistness of my soul.
Gah, I'm right there with you. We need a desert vacation.