Lately this intense ATL weather has followed this strange pattern. Monday through Thursday, it will be unbearably cold and I will hate my life. Then, come Saturday and Sunday, the weather will cheer up considerably until it sees me decked out in sheer shirts, cutoff jorts, and clogs.
The truth is, weather highly dictates what it ensemble for our bodies. Will I wear a bikini in a snow storm? Possibly. Will I wear long pants in weather over 75degrees? Hell no.
I think that the inner California that is nestled in my warm soul is crying out in frustrated desperation. Free me! I hear the cries. Let me be pant free! I have to walk away. Or I will crumble.
There was snow on my car today. I also lost my voice.
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