I miss my old friend Mr. Heat Index

This was the forecast for my town on The Weather Channel Web site this a.m. Mostly sunny.

Really? You think?

Because I cannot remember the last time I saw the sun. Saturday evening, maybe? And before that, oh, April 27th? I'm only slightly exaggerating. Over the weekend, the low was in the 40s. It rained all day yesterday, and not a misty smattering but pummeling downpours. I drove to work in drippy fog this morning. I sat at my desk for 45 minutes this morning with my therapy light blazing.

It is (glancing at the wall calendar just to be certain) July 22. In the Midwest. I am wearing a sweater today. A sweater and a black skirt that reaches my ankles. July 22, folks. This is 17 kinds of twisted.

Comments

FletcherDodge said…

It's global climate change. You want sunshine, you'll have to move to Seattle.

3:37 PM

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

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Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

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