It must be said that Ken Cannon has been the tiniest bit grumpy with me these past few weeks. And today I figured out why. The weather! He's holding me personally responsible for this heat because he knows I like summer.
It's okay. After all, I totally hold him personally responsible for the cold in January. Because he is. Responsible for the cold. Dude loves WINTER, if you can even believe it. He's freaking Maria Von Trapp in the winter, singing about doorbells and sleigh bells and snowflakes that stay on his nose and eyelashes.
Also.
Doorbells?
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