All weekend I’ve had a Dixie Chicks song in my head.
In it the singer laments that her significant other swore to her that the day he left her would be a “cold day in July.”
This, of course is impossible, making it unbearable that he has lied to her, and left her. As I sit here, on the 11th of July, in 3 layers and a hoodie – with hiking socks, tennies, and cold toes – it occurs to me that the Dixie Chicks have never been to South Africa.
Just a thought.