For Christmas, I am having a friend from New York bring me a glass jar full of melted snow, so that I can mix my tears into it, due to "non-seasonal" depression.
34 degrees, sunny, shorts, no snow, no pine trees taller than my knee and thoughts of attending a barbecue......*sniff**sniff* Santa rides a Vespa.....
34 degrees, sunny, shorts, no snow, no pine trees taller than my knee and thoughts of attending a barbecue......*sniff**sniff* Santa rides a Vespa.....