Thursday, May 27, 2010

you are the wind beneath my armpits

I just realized that for the last few days, I've been dressing according to the 10-day weather forecast of New York Mills, MINNESOTA rather than New York, New York.
You can surf the Interwebs efficiently with bookmarks, but you can't exactly breeze through a ninety-degree day in black pants.
(But to tell the truth, I'm really enjoying the warm weather.)