Thursday, January 21, 2010


Dreary is a word. Is drear? When I opened curtains this morning and looked outside, I thought, "drear". I'm not complaining. It's just a fact. Rainy and gray. In fact, I like it because of its uniqueness around here.

We have nowhere to go today, but I'm going to have to come up with something so we can get out into the drear.
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