I’m living in a freezer. Or it feels like it. Ice is crunching underfoot and the pieces skitter away like broken glass. The shards’ll kill you. For sure after that Grey’s Anatomy episode, I’m deathly afraid of icicles.
And to make things worse, the poor fairy who lives in my front yard looks like this.
Squirrels have strapped twigs to their paws and are ice skating in my backyard.
I’m from the Caribbean. THE CARIBBEAN. It’s time to move.