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Tag Archives: rainy days
Before I climb into bed at night, I always make sure my blinds are open, because when I wake up in the morning, I want to know immediately what kind of day it is. And that always makes me happy. … Continue reading
Sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. In case you haven’t read my last post, I mentioned in passing that umbrellas make me crazy and that I could probably write a whole post about nothing but how umbrellas make me crazy. … Continue reading