California, you vixen. Just when I'm sick and tired of your winter moodiness, your incessant weeping and wailing the past couple of weeks. Just when I'm thinking maybe this relationship isn't such a great idea, after all. You come at me with a day like today. Warm sunshine and rolling green hills. Wild mustard springing up, making the fields look as though someone has flung a paintbrush across the hills and splashed them with yellow. And dozens of pelicans just hanging out by the side of the road (you KNOW how I feel about pelicans!)
I mean, really! How am I supposed to stay mad at you when you look at me like this?
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