Jesse's a FREAK!'
Summer is the only season! The rest exist to visit.
Not to exist in...
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
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Jesse's a FREAK!'
Summer is the only season! The rest exist to visit.
Not to exist in...
It is easiest to dress for the cold than to dress for the heat. Also, Autumn is the bestest season....
FREAK! Jilli is a freak!
This didn't come as a surprise to you, I hope.
All you people who only want one season are crazy, no matter which season you're picking.
Okay, fine. Half a year of autumn, half a year of spring.
All you people who only want one season are crazy, no matter which season you're picking.
That's one thing I miss about Philly, even though the summers got too hot at points--four distinct seasons of reasonably even length. Here we just have Heaven and Gray.
(Of course, keep in mind that the summer my a/c died, I survived with a bag of frozen peas on my head and multiple cold baths.)
But give me heat over cold anyways!
This didn't come as a surprise to you, I hope.
Oh, please don't take that as a slam. You're just misguided weatherwise, hon. There are fab outfits for the southwestern gothy-fashion genius, I hope. More hoops? Fans?
Then you'll never understand me. Unless it's one of those songs where I'll go, "OH, THAT one."
*tip toes over to go sit next to Jesse.*
I suspect we're being nutty. They also refrigerate cheese and butter less.
Probably. We've probably also added a whole bunch of things to our eggs that make them unable to cope without refrigeration. I wouldn't be surprised. But butter is all wrong when you forget, and leave it out on the counter.
I love winter.
*shuddering*
I like summer. Summer, summer, summer. No spring, no fall, no winter except in pictures.
Early sunlight, longer days, sun from above, heat, tank tops and open toes.
* tip toes over to go sit with ita, instead.*
I got nothing to say on the weather sara hasn't said well.
Christ. I forgot dinner. Gotta do something quick with a pork chop.
But butter is all wrong when you forget, and leave it out on the counter.
No! Stop sitting with me! My butter is on the counter RIGHT NOW, and it's soft and spreadable and nummy.
Oh, please don't take that as a slam.
I didn't, silly girl.
You're just misguided weatherwise, hon. There are fab outfits for the southwestern gothy-fashion genius, I hope. More hoops? Fans?
But but but ... hot! Ew! Humidity! Double-ew!
I've heard that clever clever people have sewn pockets inside their hoop skirts (or regular full skirts), and then put ziplock bags of ice in the pockets to help keep cool. I haven't tried it myself, yet.