Don’t get me wrong. I love, LOVE Summer. If I could throw a Bradley Cooper-esque face and body on it and wrap it up in an Armani suit, I would marry it. Everything about it, pretty much rules but lets be honest: it really just gives me ample opportunity to justify why I feel the need to drink at least three times a week and allows me to wear cute summer dresses while doing so. Yeah, I may be that vain. Only a little though.
HOWEVER, there is only little issue that has arisen...
SUMMER, WHERE IN THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM?
Ok, I live in California. I get that. It gets hot, H-O-T, hot here. Accepted. But we went from 70 degrees to 100 in less than a day and it’s been like this for a week. A WHOLE WEEK OF 100 DEGREES ALREADY. Need I remind Mother Nature that it is only the SECOND WEEK OF JUNE. I am not equipped to handle living in the fiery pits of hell quite yet, as I thought we would get a gradual warm up. Something to ease us into the blistering summer months that we all know and detest (and maybe sometimes secretly love) but nope. We get raped by M.N. herself. Thanks a lot, bitch.
Whatever. I got a new dress out of it. And decided that when it gets too hot to stay up here, I’ll drive down to San Luis where it’s cooler and I get to see this face:
Yeah, I don’t think that’ll bother me too much. And by that I mean NOT AT ALL because just, LOOK AT THAT FACE.
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