I now know what people mean when they refer to Pittsburgh weather. This is terrible. It's ruining my whole mood. If I have to look at one more rainy, dreary day I might just jump into a river. Any river. They're all brown and overflowing and frothy with rain water.
We can't camp this weekend, either, because of the rains tormenting New England. Rain is washing away my fun activities this week. Boo.
After years of nomadic temporary employment, advanced degrees, and chocolate ice cream, a rugger with a love of knitting and a cyclist with no domestic skills signed a Ketubah and bought a house in Pittsburgh.
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