Something's not right. Is it September already? Who gave the year permission to go so quickly? And the weather! Who said it could cool off already?
I'm not complaining about the weather. Really. It's just that, these days with highs in the 70's and low 80's, they're really foreign to me. Oatmeal Head and I were talking about it yesterday, having been in Florida so long, how we're waiting for a sneak attack from the sky. You know - heat. Maybe some bizarre front swept through and brought this beautiful cooler weather with it, only to be snapping back to the 100's mid-week. It's just not right.
I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It just can't be this delicious this time of year, can it? Every day more perfect than the one before? When will summer return? Because, you know, it's only September. It should still be blazing out. And miserable. But the kids broke out sweatshirts last week for their wait for the bus.
WOOHOOO!!!! This is why we moved to Tulsa.
Until I write again ...