Summer Days

So, do you doubt I live in West Texas now?  This is the painting in the downstairs lobby.  Moo.

This goes totally against my Come On Summer chanting that I've been doing for the past few weeks, but when I saw that the temperature was supposed to be 72 today (and pushing mid-80s the rest of the week), I thought I'd take advantage of it and wear some tights and boots before I have to retire them for the season.

Just to be clear, however: I would trade in all my tights and boots for 365 days of Summer.  And not like that dreadful movie, either.  I'm the one person on Earth who thinks Zooey Deschanel ruins every movie she's in, I know.  500 Days of any season with that girl would put me over the edge, for sure, even if it was Summertime and I was at the pool with a slush and rum everyday.

I feel very passionately about that subject.  Also about Sonic slushes and rum.  And using recycled paper...but only as scrap paper to throw away after I scribble on it. 

I'm not that good of a person, I realize that.

Guess who reorganized their jewelry box last night? :)