
And I get to whine. As much as I want. Starting now: I want more Kleenex. I already know I'm gonna run out and it's only 2F out. TWO. And I can't breathe through my nose. And I have a headache. I'm gonna drink later, even though it'll dry me out more. I know I'm being a baby and I don't care. More whining to come... (and maybe a contest!).
PS: It's less than 2F with the wind chill. Less.
PSS: My mister takes exquisite care of me but he can't today because he's out there working in the fake world. Why? Why??!
Quit whining and get you some good hot tea, with limon,and a half botle of JACK,will do just fine.when your mister gets home ,he can carry you, to bed,and tuck you in for the night, Gooood luck !!!!
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