During the winter, I’m a smug desert dweller and I say things like, oh, it’s 70 here and perfect. The breeze is just right. Oh, sorry to hear it is snowing there…
Today, karma slapped me with a fierce red leather glove and said, screw you, it’s going to be 106 degrees today. And I was all, but, please, it’s not even June - My ass is going to melt. Karma, being like that, looked at me with a head tilt and said, yeah, your ass could use a little melting.
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