But first...bloggy awards!! Karen over at The Rocking Pony gave me these blog awards last week and I've either been too forgetful or too cranky to pass them on. It just didn't seem right to hand out bloggy awards when I'm feeling meaner than a striking snake (or a stripe-ed snake as my college roommate used to say.)
Anyway, here are the awards:
I'd like to pass these on to AndreAnna at Diary of a Modern Matriarch and Niki over at Impostor Mom. Thanks for being my friend, ladies!
Now, back to my letter...
Girls, for that's really what you are, it's February. I know, I know, we had some warm weather this weekend. Astonishingly warm really. And it can make things a little confusing. I get that. But this is Georgia, people. We all know it can be like this. Seventy degrees one day, 30 degrees the next. There is absolutely no reason that you should be outside in your little cheerleader shorts and t-shirts.
Okay, so you threw on some Uggs. I'll give you that. But I don't think that those extra three inches of fur-lined shoe is going to keep you warm. And you have to be doing it for the warmth, right? Please don't tell me that's actually the look you're going for. But I will have to say that at least you're not wearing the ever present flip flop that has taken over the world, though I did spy a couple of blue toes on you boys with your jeans and your flip flops.
Listen, I feel your pain. I really do. I'm just as sick of my winter wardrobe as you are of yours. My skin longs to feel the sunshine and the warm breezes, too. BUT. February. It is February, girls. There are no warm breezes. You are wishful dressing and you need to stop.
Here's a tip: www.weather.com. Bookmark it. Or if you want get your weather nerd on, go to www.noaa.gov.
A Very Crotchety, PMS-ing, Only Slightly Green with Envy , Not-Young-But-Not-Yet-Old Woman
6 years ago