I know when we grow up we are supposed to dread the snow. We curse its existence. How dare it prevent us from going and doing what we want to do. Hold the phone! Do we want to go to work? Do we really want to go to the mall and shop? Maybe we do…
I know when we grow up we are supposed to dread the snow. We curse its existence. How dare it prevent us from going and doing what we want to do. Hold the phone! Do we want to go to work? Do we really want to go to the mall and shop? Maybe we do…