After dinner, I stood out in the parking lot with my co-worker Jesi, her sister, and another friend, talking about the cold front to come tonight. As we were speaking, the gusts of warm wind suddenly changed to frigid blasts.
Holy guacamole.
Too bad I was in my cargo shorts and Tevas.
musings of a genie bopper
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- The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning
About Me
- Genie
- Houston, TX
- Southerner. Korean-American. Lover of the arts. Advocate for children. Christ follower.
1 comment:
Oh boy. Isn't the weather tricky around here? I think Jack Frost enjoys playing jokes on us. He lulls us into a false sense of warmness and then jumps out of nowhere with a shocking blow.
I'm sorry you were in cargo shorts for that. Not fun. And the irony that you were actually talking about the cold weather as it came calling...well...like I said-tricky.
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