It's war everyone. "With whom," you ask? With bitter cold temperatures, of course. It was 28 last night here in Northwest Arkansas. Mark had to declare, "unite the clans." The clans being his fleece and windbreaker that, when zipped as one, fend off any wintery mix.
I was standing in the kitchen when it was announced. His Braveheart allusions make me giggle.
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I was there and your post still makes no sense.
You just don't want to fess up to your silliness. It's okay honey, you're in denial. I am here for you.
Hahahaha
I love it!
No no, honey, I'm just saying... ok, instead of typing, I might just try to find you and tell you!
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