On a lovely, transfixed Saturday afternoon, the boyfriend and I took a break from doing nothing to watch his neighborhood little league team play ball at the nearby park. I took in the distinct sounds of the shrill whistle, the clink of the aluminum bat against the ball, the cheering from spectators, and of course, the giant bugs that buzzed past my ears.
There’s something wrong with May weather. It’s almost like it’s being indecisive on whether it wants summer to come or not. It’s going to rain for the next few days. See the clouds? As stunning as the clouds are, they spell nothing but terrible outfit choices for me. Wear a skirt suit or a pantsuit to work? The weather is being too indecisive like the little bitch it is. When will it be summer? I’m craving short shorts and billowy tops.
It was cold on that particular Saturday, hence the jeans. Although, it got hot pretty quick. Before we headed out to my former boss' house, I traded my jeans for a chiffon skirt. The weather, 30 minutes later? Overcast and winds. Rats!
1 comments:
I wish those stupid kids from around the corner would go to the park, ugh!
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