When I was growing up, the fourth of July was always my least favorite holiday. Not because I didn't like America (Yeah America and stuff!), but because it was SOOO hot. And when it got hot, mama got cranky. And when mama got cranky, everyone would start yelling a lot.
Well, not much has changed. Only, I'm the:
2) one getting cranky AND
3) the one doing ALL the yelling!
Ack. Someone please tell me Christmas is coming.
Book-A-Day 2018 #82: Nicolas by Pascal Girard
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