Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.
This is why we never get anywhere
Are you not proud? Survival. What a wonderful existence we live in, my people.
Not all things in the world are small or younger than us, dear Watson. Not all things.
TEATIME HERE I HAVE STOLEN THE PERSONA OF DEAR LITTLE MISS SAIL HI MOM!
Missed opportunities, amirite
Let me tell you of bear.