Ick, it's raining, it's gray. it damp, it's dank, it's muddy, it's icky, it's all together wet.
And I am buried in work I don't want to do.
End of the year caca. Whose stupid idea was it to have the year end so close to Christmas, anyway?
And that momma is torturing me.
She is smelling up the place with home made lasagna.
Woe is me....
Oh no being cooped up inside is the worst!! You still look pretty though!
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