Today is a lovely day here in the Ozarks. It is 75 outside, sunny skies, and I am thanking my lucky stars that the harsh winter witch as not yet cast her icy spell, and the weather is still pleasant. Seriously, I hate it when it gets cold here. Every year, I cope with it by telling myself, "Next year you won't live here in the winter, so you'll survive, you sassy little cutie." (That's usually how I talk to myself).... And yet year after year, here I am, living in the cold, crying for the sun, my tears freezing as they fall down my pale, ashen face. But that hasn't happened yet this year, and for this, I am grateful.
In celebration of the warmth, I shaved my legs for the first time since California. It's such a hassle, I always wish someone would just shave them for me. I also rode my bike today, but not for very long because both tires need air. But it was nice while it lasted.
We're going to some bluegrass/BBQ thing here in Springfield in a little bit. It will probably be as gay as 3 dogs, but whatevs. Maybe I'll get a pumpkin for my balcony. I wish that I could go to the pumpkin patch with my far off friends and their kids, as those types of ventures are usually more fun with small children.
I guess that is all I have to say on this hot pissin' sizzlin Saturday. Kim, Steph, Joanna, Krista- I wish we all lived in the same place and could do things together whenever we wanted. I miss all of your ugly faces today.
I'm so jealous of your weather as it's quite frigid here. 63 and cloudy and humid as... something humid. (A lady at Charisse's soccer game said it was humid as Hawaii. Another lady said as humid as Brazil.)
ReplyDeleteWish you we all lived closer, too. We miss your ugly mug, too.
Haha, you are a sassy little cutie for sure.
ReplyDeleteOh sweety, I miss your ugly face too.
ReplyDeleteHeeyyy I miss your face, ugly or not. Loving the weather here too. When it's cooler I don't spend the day wiping sweat from my upper lip. Congrats on the leg-shaving. I hardly ever do it either but Tommy tells me when it's time (not til Tilly tells you it's time).
ReplyDeleteI read this on saturday, but I didn't have time to comment. If I was Aimee I would call myself a sassy little cutie in a crowded room, and everyone would laugh at how funny I was.
ReplyDeleteI wish we all lived in the same place, too or at least could vacation in the same place.