Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dear tours in storms,

You are not a good kind of tour.  Akin to tours where the parents ask ridiculously specific questions and the eyes of the children glaze over, you are a special kind of tour hell.  Another kind of tour hell includes one where the tornado siren goes off - and not because it is the first Wednesday of the month.  Also when you wear a white shirt and it's raining.  The rain was a surprise. 


love,
hannah

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