Sometimes it is clear we are in the dumbest timeline.
Sunny, 75 degrees, dewpoint of 55, couldn't be nicer...
Like cantaloupe. (4:00 in after skipping past the PSA, but it's even funnier to hear the whole thing in context.)
I hate when the match doesn’t light the gas soaked tinder pile on fire.
Time for bed...
Time for Deb!