It is 11:30 at night as I write this. It is raining, 76 degrees, and there is a slight breeze. As Kurt and I stood on the deck enjoying listening to the rain and watching the toads hopping in the grass, he says to me, "I'm cold."
That's scary!
It is 11:30 at night as I write this. It is raining, 76 degrees, and there is a slight breeze. As Kurt and I stood on the deck enjoying listening to the rain and watching the toads hopping in the grass, he says to me, "I'm cold."
That's scary!