I moved to Oregon because I was promised 280 days of clouds a year. 280 days. I feel totally ripped off. Another major thing I hate about the summer is my birthday. Another year older, another year closer to spinsterhood and owning six hundred cats. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm actually looking forward to it in a way. I will be an awesome old lady.
|See? They love me already! I only need 598 more of them to be complete!|