So, yesterday was beautiful and I even grilled on the new grill Bern gave me for my birthday. Lovely, short-sleeved weather. What could be better?
Today, it was 40 and I had on a tee shirt, a long sleeve shirt and a sweater plus a coat if I went outside.
What happened?
Who's in charge here?
What happened to Spring?
And it rained all day, which makes our psychotic Puli dog even more psychotic since he hates rain.
Lucky for him he's not out in a field watching the sheep in the rain.
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