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.
Or ICE.
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.
Twisted Gypsy 
Oh my sweet you do hate summer… the video was hilarious and yes I can picture her as your soul sister. I use to like summer, I would lay on the concrete of my parents back yard and bake covered in vegetable oil. Now however it gets to me. I get sweaty and bothered and irritable. As we get older finding clothes that we can be cool in and look reasonable in, is also trying. I can’t/don’t do mini skirts any longer. The singlet tops are a no go because of my arms 😦 It’s all too hard and I feel your pain…but you lightened my current mood so for that I thank you xx
Oh me too Jen – used to sunbake topless on Bondi beach as a teenager! ….I like long flowy (cool airy) pants now and I’m loving the bat wing sleeve fashion….co’s I don’t like my arms either. Silly really. We have the right to bare arms!
I really agree with you about the heat. As you are on the other side of the world to me, we are about to enter our Winter, no doubt giving me a chance to say how I’m freezing to death, but really hot weather makes me feel really ill, and I cannot find any escape, as we have no air conditioning, You have my sympathy
But it rarely gets above 25 degree’s there…..doesn’t it? 😉
I must admit. I’d probably whine if it was too cold too.
The older I get the better at moaning I get.
A brave man like me is fine at 25 degrees, of course, but when it gets into the 30’s you might see me drift towards the shade: nearer 40 and whimpering will be heard, wherever I am
Sounds like me 🙂
That video is hilarious. I agree with you about the heat, but I must confess to loving Daylight Savings Time. That’s just because I’m afraid of the dark, so I’ll take all the extra light I can get. What’s an esky? Is it because I’m American that I don’t know this?
🙂 An esky is what you might call a cooler? I think?
You know…that insulated box thing you stick your cold drinks in.
The New Zealanders call it a “chilly bin” I believe, which is cute.
My !! You are a hot chick Tracy 😉 Ralph xox 😀
I’d rather just be “way cool”. 🙂
I hope you do 😀