This weather sucks.
I mean it’s awesome, but it sucks.
Because it makes me want to put on one of my 43 jean skirts.
And dig out my 13 pairs of flip flops.
And switch from cabs to pinot grigios.
And start to give a care about washing my car.
And kick it with an overpriced iced somthing or other from chain coffee store place.
And leave the windows open at night.
But alas, it’s all just a tease. Because next week, or the week after that, I’m sure I’ll be sporting my FUggs, a chunky wool sweater and hat hair from my pink knit hat.