My husband came back from his walk and remarked that there couldn’t’t be a nicer day in November. It s sunny, and warm. Warm. Warm enough to not need a sweater.
And the leaves are gold and orange and red, and some still green.
The calendar goofed. It must not really be November, yet.
And I am certain my son is glad for the kind weather.
Pantyhose can be a bit chilly, if that is all you are wearing.
He was also rather amazed by the man’s remark, “You look good in your mom’s pantyhose!”
“How did he know they were my mom’s?”
Needless to say, some of us are most anxiously awaiting his newest film.
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