Right now, the weather has one job: pick a season.
Oh, and the one to pick is spring… not extend winter, sashay into spring!
Yet—here we are.
Two days in a row, it was in the 80s. The very next day, literally 24-hours later, it snowed—I kid you not! Snow!
Somewhere between soon-to-be blooming flowers and out-of-nowhere wind chills, winter and spring clearly have beef… and the rest of us (and our outfits) are just collateral damage, begging for the madness to stop.
Meanwhile, then there’s me, outside the second the sun peeks out, acting like I can personally convince spring to woman up, clock in, and take over like the Bad B I know she is.
I know, I know—spring weather can be all over the place, but come on. Because what is this?
