I swear it seems we’ve led parallel lives… or, you’re really me, and I’m really you, in which case I’m a far better writer than I thought and you’re sitting outside by the (crumbling) pool without a sweater or shoes and I have to raise kids through their teens again? No, Nada, nyet. I’ll stick with no snow.
We are pretty pathetic about this. I may have to go out and force a “hi!” from everyone I see.
Ooh, except last week a creepy guy tried to talk me into helping him get his two “mental health” pills out of his too tight front jeans pocket. Ugh.