Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Sorry I said anything

I guess I spoke too soon. It’s been snowing for most of the day. If Chuck had to write a paragraph about his favorite type of weather it would read exactly like Leta’s:

“My favorite type of weather is warm weather. I like that kind of weather because I don’t like to be cold. Cold weather isn’t fun for me.”

I don’t know why I get such a kick out of that, it’s not like I passed on an operatic voice or the ability to pick up a violin and play songs by ear. I passed on a dislike for cold and that makes me smile. As wide as as when I let these guys outside for their afternoon potty break and Chuck tiptoed through the snow like a fragile princess.

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