I love pants. They're warm and cozy and I have probably 50 pairs* of yoga pants that I live in once it gets to pants season. Problem is, it is not currently pants season. It WAS shorts/t-shirt season until last week and it then became sports bra and shorts weather. But I digress. This Illinois/Wisconsin girl was not meant for 105+ temps. I was built for Chicago winters. Ask my thighs, they'll tell you!
So to say we were miserable last week is an understatement. Curtains drawn, lights off and air cranked. It still only ever cooled down to about 75, which is you've ever been to my house in the summer, is SWELTERING. At this point you're probably looking over to you're neighbor and whisper 'really, weather? that's what we're going to talk about today?'
Yes it is. Now shut it :D
Normally we slog through our cold, icy and snowy winter and straight to a rainy spring. That is supposed to make summer an oasis in the middle of the icy tundra, which we claw and drag ourselves toward. Except winter and spring got kind of....HOT. Weird, I know. So I wasn't actually salivating after the idea of summer. I would have been perfectly content carrying on as we were. So after the heat wave, I'm looking forward to fall. Fall will in the next week or so, get it's own GLORIOUS post, because it's my favorite season. EVER.
So to sum up the heatwave in my neck of the woods, my grass is dead. My plants are dead. My flowers are dead and a squirrel drowned himself in our pool.
That is all.
*(This is a gross exaggeration. I only own 4 pairs. I hope to someday add a couple more pairs.)