dear california,
i know that december rain seems cold to you, but i promise it is nowhere near what we are feeling over here. we are embracing huge jackets, loving four-wheel drive, and getting used to wet socks. we love our heaters and any excuse to stay inside.  we will not see green grass until april. our butts are sore and our jeans are wet from slipping on icy cement. we're colder than you have ever been. and we hate you.
love, idaho

1 comment:

  1. Thats why I am a California girl, and won't leave until I am forced.


oh, hey!

i think you're smart, pretty, and entitled to your own opinions.

i'd love it if the feeling was mutual!