I say, something strange is going on over here. I can exactly wrap my head around it, but we're experiencing what. at best, I can explain as the moodiest weather so far!
It's +7°Celsius over here (converting it.. that is 44F); knowing that just a week ago it was -12°Celsius (10F), no wonder we're all feeling a bit woozy.
However, the magic of Sunday morning does have it's strength.
I'm having my breakfast, gazing out the window. The rain eased up and it will will stop soon, just in time for me to take a short walk, maybe even hit the Farmer's Market, if there is anyone out there, braving out this weather.
because today we're having a blast of a story:
I say: whoa!
This story has gotten all the action I needed to boost me up for today.. but, just before I let this post into world wide web, let me remind you, who are reading this:
There is nothing wrong in hand-me-downs. Our heroine did not mind the clothes, she was sadden by the way she way treated. All you who had hand-me-down things in their childhood, raise your hands.
*hand rises up*