Spring. Spring. What is this "spring" of which you speak? Like you, we had a few pleasant days and then raw misery descended upon us once again. Redescended. Whatever. Plus I got to the post-Easter chocolate sales way too late and there was nothing left worth eating. Your cherry blossoms are lovely, however.
It is the case that every single year when the weather turns in autumn, I switch out my hot-weather clothes for my cold-weather clothes, upon which the temperature immediately hits 80 degrees for several days. The converse happens in springtime. This year I thought I was being clever by not switching out my clothes IN MID FUCKING APRIL but the weather insists on fucking with me regardless.
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Like you, we had a few pleasant days and then raw misery descended upon us once again. Redescended. Whatever. Plus I got to the post-Easter chocolate sales way too late and there was nothing left worth eating. Your cherry blossoms are lovely, however.
It is the case that every single year when the weather turns in autumn, I switch out my hot-weather clothes for my cold-weather clothes, upon which the temperature immediately hits 80 degrees for several days. The converse happens in springtime. This year I thought I was being clever by not switching out my clothes IN MID FUCKING APRIL but the weather insists on fucking with me regardless.
Me personally, you understand.