Some like it hot, and I’m starting to see why
Some do like it hot. Like my friend Kelcey over at Mama Bird Diaries, who shivers her way through the snow by dreaming of sweltering Augusts and painting her toenails, hailstorms be damned. Not me. Maybe it’s my Minnesota roots, but I like it when a blast of brisk air demands I throw on an [...]
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