Constant Reader, what I wouldn't give to be in a mountain full of coats.
Spring, a temperamental and harsh seasonal mistress, is taking its sweet time getting to the good and warm bits that I came to enjoy as the preview of summer. Now?
Continuing on tomorrow.
43 FUCKING DEGREES?! Come OOONNNNNNNNNnnnahhhhh.
I get the whole "April Showers will bring May Flowers", thing but a bitch is cold-blooded and I need some warmth.
What is your seasonal hard limit, Constant Reader? Does being too hot or too cold make you want to leave and live in the perfect temperature, so you won't look insane for wearing a winter coat in MAY?
Uh, yeah. Me either.... Who in their right mind would do that?