Bleh

Yes, I titled this post "bleh." And that's a big, fat, in your face, BLEH. The reason for my bleh-ness is all this freakin' crazy sunshine we've been having here. I HATE it. I strongly dislike the heat and the sunshine. I know it's supposed to be the other way around, right? I'm supposed to love the sunshine and hate the rain. Well folks, I was born in Oregon and I'm a true native. I can't get enough of the rain. When it's sunny, I just feel lethargic and gross. When it's hot, I just want to crawl in bed. I hate flip flops and tank tops and shorts. Give me my sweaters and Doc Martins anyday. I hate how the sunshine comes in my kitchen window and is so glaringly bright on my wood floors that it hurts my eyes (and that's not just because they're sparkling clean, by the way, because they're not). I tend to get moody and stomp around a lot when it's hot and sunny. All my friends think I'm crazy. So does my husband. I just remind him it's these awesome little quirks that make me the fabulous woman he fell in love with. Anyway, this week it's finally supposed to rain. Good thing, too. Yesterday it was sunshiney all day long and I was going crazy. I went to the store and the lady in front of me (who was taking FOREVER and chatting with the clerk and disputing the price on every single little thing in her cart) was commenting on how nice the weather was and I about strangled her.