Here it is, November 11th, at 4:00 in the afternoon and it is GREY and looking like dusk out there. AHHHH. Why did my ancestors decide that Montana was the place to be??? Did they like to be cold? Did they have an overabundance of vitamin D??? Where they masochistic?? Who knows. All I know is that I wish I had a rich friend who lived in Hawaii who was just dying to buy me a ticket to visit right now....
Where is my Hawaiian friend?
Where is my Hawaiian friend?
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