Could you please get a hold of yourself? You’re spiraling out of control. It is now the 3rd day of Fall (and unlike most of the world—you know I’m not a huge fan), and yet it’s feeling like Summer.
It’s like you are teasing us. Today, the high is 78. It is muggy, and quite frankly, it’s pretty hot and stuffy. Two days ago it was a brisk 60 degrees, and indeed, felt like Fall. Last night, it rained and poured, and the dog’s feet got muddy while doing his biz-nass.
What’s next? An unexpected snow shower? Hail? Seriously.
Can you please just figure out some standard temperature for it to be every year, around this time. Because, honestly—I have a hard enough time dealing with the fact summer is over. But, if I can’t even get my attire accurate in the morning, then I’m gonna be all-out frustrated. I’ve had days I’ve shown up to school in a long sleeved sweatshirt and jeans, and a scarf (on dress down day)—and at the end of the day, it was 85 degrees. I was fooled by the freezing cold morning I encountered upon letting Mac out.
Please, save me the embarrassment.
If it’s Fall—then be FALL. Act like it.
Do not be sneaky about all of this ‘changing of season’ junk. Just do it. Man up.
It is overflowing because I can’t yet put away the tank tops and short sleeves, or capris for that matter, yet, it’s too warm (or is it?) for the long sleeves and sweaters.
Get a grip, oh dear, Weather…and BE CONSISTENT!
The dressed for a fall-day, yet sitting in a hot, muggy world, and quite frankly a little bit preturbed lady.