… for every drop of rain that falls …
I believe that I’m going to have to make my own pizza after I move to Florida.
Okay. For real:
I believe I’m going to have to FORGET ABOUT ACTUAL PIZZA after I move to Florida and just accept that Stouffer’s French bread pizza is the closest I’m ever going to get to actual PIZZA ever again.
I also believe I’m going to be sweaty and have bad hair forever.
And maybe have a 120 degree car interior waiting for me wherever I go.
Tell me that I’m wrong.
Please tell me that I’m wrong.
I’m going to Florida anyway.