For Chicago and the end of November, who can complain about our weather today. It rained most of the night -- had it been snow, I'm thinking we would have been whalloped. This morning, Cameron walked out of the house in his winter jacket, only to turn around and say he'd be way too warm in it. So he wore a jean jacket. I wore a sweatshirt running back and forth to school.
I could handle a winter like this.
I could handle a winter like this.
