States with nice roads will never understand the shear terror of hitting a pothole so hard that you turn the music down and pray you don’t hear something wrong with the car
“But there is one thing that I can do all by myself.”
“What is that?” asked Frog.
“I can go home,” said Toad. “Winter may be beautiful, but bed is much better.”
On the 12th day of Christmas the Midwest gave to me
12 random seasons
11 unfixed potholes
10 bottles of ranch
9 tornado sirens
8 deer in headlights
7 u betchas
6 new roundabouts
5 OPE SORRYS
4 games of bags
3 Welp alrights
2 one finger waves
and a 30 minute doorway goodbye
Midwestern pride is suffering through cold morning temps in October without a coat because you don’t want to give Mother Nature the satisfaction and it will likely be summer again in the afternoon