I'm cold. Very cold.
I'm Texan. Yes, I am a wuss. (Yes Galloway-you said it best.)
Where are you, blankie? Put your arms around me and warm me up.
I'm ready for summer. Now.
If it doesn't arrive soon I shall runaway to a warmer place. Much warmer.
Until then....enjoy a pic of me kissing a fish.
Mood: Sugar wearing off.
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