If you enjoyed the fifty-degree weather this weekend and were dismayed that it got chilly again, blame my mother. She comes to visit every February, and always brings the freeze with her. Every time she swears she’s not coming back the next year because Laramie is freezing, and yet she keeps coming back to our charming little frozen wasteland. I guess my kids are cute enough to make it worth braving the cold.
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