Yes, Chuck. I remember what it was like to Christmas shop in flip-flops in LA. I feel your pain.
On the drive to bring someone a warm meal, several long hugs and some company for hours of ugly crying.
That massive cold front is for real so not kidding.
The sight and sound of the months ahead.
Oh yes, we are so festive up in this dancery.
Never has sixty degrees Fahrenheit felt so glorious.
What the winter didn’t break.
If my children’s hair were a tree.
Someone had best knock that groundhog upside the head.
“Because we live in Utah” is now my standard explanation when anything goes wrong.