The Choreography of a Coincidence

Where Salt Is an Exotic Spice and No One Has a Hairdo

I thought you guys were just kidding about the sweet tea thing. But when you want tea up here, they serve you NesTea. In a bottle.

And there is no whole milk within the city limits of Moscow.

But it's 42 degrees here, I have had the window open all day, and there are no bugs.

And Bethany's mom is the best.

There is no way I can make this decision.