Hoodies in May
I've been wearing hoodies all month and cursing the morning chill. What month are we in again? February? March? MAY.
Anyone who lives in the Northeast is sharing my plight. Winter, you've had your run. It's time to kindly GTFO because I'm sick of the jackets, tired of the hoodies, and fed up with wanting to hibernate as soon as I get home because I'm cold. I've built up a tolerance to chilly temperatures and snow, but it is MAY. May is supposed to be flip flop, barbecue, and everything outdoors month, not wrap yourself in a blanket and continue your winter hibernation month.
All the stores have their flags, paper plates, and all-things-grill stuff out for sell now. It'd be nice to pretend that I actually want to buy some of that stuff, but no thanks. It would be a recipe for a drenched disaster. Did I mention the rain? Two weeks straight. Yes. Two weeks. Two solid weeks of 40 degree weather and rain.
I realize there is absolutely nothing I can do to change the weather and that I'm ranting in the wind, but I need to vent somewhere. I'm not one of those “Oh, but you can put on as many layers as you want” people because you never actually get warm. I mean, you have to move at some point. The second you reach for your glass of water, bam, your fingers are suddenly freezing. Like I said, I tolerate winter now, but when it decides to steal May, I go crazy.
Give me sunshine. Give me warmth. Give me flip flops, and give me eighty degrees (at this point, I'll settle for 65). “But you can only take off so many layers...” I'd rather be hot, to be honest. I will never be a cold weather person. There is nothing on the planet that will ever change that about me.
Here's to my fellow warm weather people!
Anyone who lives in the Northeast is sharing my plight. Winter, you've had your run. It's time to kindly GTFO because I'm sick of the jackets, tired of the hoodies, and fed up with wanting to hibernate as soon as I get home because I'm cold. I've built up a tolerance to chilly temperatures and snow, but it is MAY. May is supposed to be flip flop, barbecue, and everything outdoors month, not wrap yourself in a blanket and continue your winter hibernation month.
All the stores have their flags, paper plates, and all-things-grill stuff out for sell now. It'd be nice to pretend that I actually want to buy some of that stuff, but no thanks. It would be a recipe for a drenched disaster. Did I mention the rain? Two weeks straight. Yes. Two weeks. Two solid weeks of 40 degree weather and rain.
I realize there is absolutely nothing I can do to change the weather and that I'm ranting in the wind, but I need to vent somewhere. I'm not one of those “Oh, but you can put on as many layers as you want” people because you never actually get warm. I mean, you have to move at some point. The second you reach for your glass of water, bam, your fingers are suddenly freezing. Like I said, I tolerate winter now, but when it decides to steal May, I go crazy.
Give me sunshine. Give me warmth. Give me flip flops, and give me eighty degrees (at this point, I'll settle for 65). “But you can only take off so many layers...” I'd rather be hot, to be honest. I will never be a cold weather person. There is nothing on the planet that will ever change that about me.
Here's to my fellow warm weather people!
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