I know. I’m a lunatic for saying this but it’s true. Summer makes me feel like I’m suffering from SAD. Last night I walked into my bedroom around 8:00 and it was well on its way to dark outside. It’s still August! That’s not okay!
This weekend, all I want to do is go to the beach. Saturday’s forecast? Thunderstorms. That’s not okay!
Boo is going to spend a week at the beach with his family. He is going to come back all tan and fabulous. I will still be pale. That’s not okay! (Not the beach part, the tan part. I’m not a bitch, I’m just a little shallow sometimes).
Summer bums me out. I spend all fall, winter and spring waiting for it to be summer. Then summer gets here and I remember that I don’t actually like it. It’s a thousand degrees outside every day but I sit, shivering and bundled up in my office, longing for the sun. The weekends, my one chance at a tan redemption are always raining. And the weekends that aren’t? I’m inevitably committed to some indoor activity.
I’m a total downer today, I’m aware. But I’m sitting here, knowing that I have a half day today and bumming hard about the drop in temperature and the cloud-filled sky. So I’ve got a plea to make:
Mother Nature, cut me some slack and stop being a bitch and you can snow for an extra week this winter.