Utah has had a very odd start to the summer. What I mean is it’s 45 fucking degrees and raining on June 12th! Sorry, I’m pissed. It is seriously like Seattle here. If it is another June like last year and rains for the rest of the month, I am so moving. June in Utah is supposed to be hot, sunny and filled with the smell of suntan lotion. But nooooo last night I wore my winter parka.
And no, I don’t want to look on the bright side (especially since it’s extremely overcast at the moment) and be like, “Oh, I love the smell of rain. It’s so refreshing out and everything is so green.” And I’m certainly not going to “mentally” pretend like it’s warm like my brother in law once told me to do on a backpacking trip in which I nearly died of hypothermia. Ok, I’m exaggerating a little, but it was cold as shit and Dave was like, “Just imagine that you’re warm.” Uhhh no. Love you Dave, but that was a really dumb idea.
So anyway, I need to get back to looking out the window and cursing mother nature. At least I don’t have to do yard work.