When I take my dog out of a morning, usually around quarter to seven, I should not be able to see my breath when I’m walking down the street. My birthday is in a month and a half. That’s the kind of nonsense I’d expect in the fall/winter, not the late spring. Sure, it’s in the upper 70s/low 80s during the afternoon, so it warms up pretty quickly, but that doesn’t mean I want to be cold at 7 o’clock. I’m just grateful it hasn’t killed our flowers or further killed our Bradford pear tree, which is already in sorry enough shape. Last week, I actually had to put my winter coat on — my winter coat! — to take the dog out of a morning.
That’s just lunacy. Stop it, Mother Nature. Are you PMSing? Do you need some Midol? Pamprin? Hot water bottle and some chocolate? How can we help you??