you know the feeling when you've spent 6 months of putting on two pairs of socks, a thick wool sweater
under your parka and maybe even two scarfs because well it's still winter, but then you wake up and its
+9 and you don't even know how to dress? i found myself walking home last night and it was decently
nice out and it started to rain/snow just a bit and i thought to myself, "oh man, i'm excited for our first
real snowfall and for christmas" then I stopped in my tracks and just thought - NOOOO we have
already had all of that, i want sun and green grass the beach and bikes and park beers. stat, please!