Whine
(Sorry, Corrie, I know it's not Wednesday anymore.)
I know I'm not a farmer worried about my crops for the year. I recognize that our basement did not get completely flooded. But...
I'm sick of this weather! My daughter wants to wear shorts to daycare! I want to wear dresses! We want to go for bike rides or walks when we get home! I want to put away the hoodies, saving them only for the evenings! I want to see the sun! I want my new planted garden to have a chance to grow! 7 degrees right now? Are you kidding me!? It's JUNE.
I know I'm not a farmer worried about my crops for the year. I recognize that our basement did not get completely flooded. But...
I'm sick of this weather! My daughter wants to wear shorts to daycare! I want to wear dresses! We want to go for bike rides or walks when we get home! I want to put away the hoodies, saving them only for the evenings! I want to see the sun! I want my new planted garden to have a chance to grow! 7 degrees right now? Are you kidding me!? It's JUNE.
posted by ccap at 7:01 AM
6 Comments:
Oh, so there's a soccer season in Winnipeg, too? :-)
I want to ride my motorcycle! Understanding completely.
Echoing your sentiments on the other side of the continent. This weather is totally unacceptable!
Here, here! Boo to the weather. "They" said it was going to be hot and dry this summer and I fully intend to see them keep their word.
No kidding, I thought about turning the heat on again. And then I thought, "No way! It's JUNE!"
Sounds a little like Ireland, my dear friend. Only without the cobblestone. Sorry.
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