70 degrees in the morning one day, 25 degrees in the morning the day after.
WHYYYYYY.
Hope I don't go to work tomorrow to find a baby horse popsicle. I think I'd get my raise taken back.
Here is the baby horse:
Maybe it would be more like a creamsicle instead of a popsicle. Also notice that to the right of the baby horse is the giant puddle of urine that I will clean up on a daily basis.
Man the word popsicle looks really weird to me now. I think I've spelled it right.
Dinner: pancakes, bacon, and cottage cheese. (What? Don't look at me like that.)