So it seems that my tolerance to temperature has dropped even more.
It also seems that this spring and summer is set to bring even hotter temperatures than last year.
“It’s gonna be a scorcher!”
Oh I am such a happy chappy.
I had to – refuse – to go with my husband this past Sunday to a market to sell candles, because I wasn’t about to MELT, like I expected the candles to MELT.
Sorry…I’m just not doing it.
I just CAN’T do it.
I don’t think he understands just how BAD it makes me feel, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually….and whatever other “ally” there is… and I don’t even have to be OUTSIDE to be dying. Just being inside the house with all that heat happening outside makes me insanely irritable and tired. Lethargic.
Summer literally sucks all the GOOD energy out of me, leaving me a useless whinging sweaty blob.
I would have started Sunday off in a really foul mood anyway as apparently he got up at 3 am, instead of 5 am. I don’t know what went wrong with the clocks (day light savings started) but something got really messed up. Oh that would have made me so mad.
I hate daylight savings too.
Why would I want MORE day light hell hours?
Unbelievable that anyone should come up with that absolutely ludicrous idea.
Already the spiders are coming inside the house.
Our family deodorant prices are sky rocketing.
Moisturizer. Absolutely everything needs moisturizing. (When my daughter was a young child she wrote a poem describing my knee’s as “tortoise shells”. It must have been SUMMER!)
Sunscreen is a must have purchase, as is insect repellent.
Drinks and cold things cost a fortune.
We’ve lost (somehow) our esky. You can’t survive a summer without an esky.
Summer just costs so much damn more!
And all you can eat is salad.
I really don’t like salad.
And I’m bored with barbeque’s…..already.
Yes I’m whining, and today isn’t even hot, but it’s just a tease – mental torment, because I KNOW what will follow…later this week.
This is the time of year when I am especially glued to the weather channel, just so I can anticipate which day to be especially depressed.
I’m not alone in my summer hatred.
The season of the devil.
Some time ago I was shown this video. My family seems to think this is my soul sister speaking.
Of course I don’t use all those CUSS words. ( I just think them)
But this woman …oh, I feel her pain and anguish.