I just stepped outside for the first time today, and jesus harold christ in a chicken basket did the bottom fall out from a temperature standpoint. It was around 70 and sunny yesterday, and the current temperature with the windchill is 38 degrees. My lunch plans went from "well, I'll see what I'm in the mood for" to "get me some fucking chili, right away." It's times like this that I really begin to question my decision to live in a part of the country where the temperature can dramatically change without warning. Fucking madness.
Note to self: when living in Missouri, always check the weather before leaving the house in sandals and short sleeves.
Note to self: when living in Missouri, always check the weather before leaving the house in sandals and short sleeves.
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