Blah. Temps are still fluctuating between the upper 80s and lower 90s. THE 80S AND 90S!!!! Seriously? Each morning, I log into Facebook, listening to our local weather man cheerfully proclaim the morning temp (usually around 80) and the humidity level (usually around 80!). The rest of the Facebook world, according to their status updates, is basking in crisp temps of 60s . . . or turning on their heaters . . . or getting to wear their favorite warm weather clothing.
Not us. As you can see from the Little Lady’s attire, we’re still in tank tops, shorts, and flip flops. IN OCTOBER!
I’m not a summer girl; of all the seasons, it is definitely my least favorite. Lucky me, I get to live in a perpetual state of summer thanks to semi-tropical Houston. So. Much. Fun.
I miss my days of fall in Northeast Oklahoma, where the foothills of the Ozarks begin turning into swirling mounds of red, gold, deep browns. During football games, you can spend your time huddled next to a loved one, a blanket over your lap, with a mug of hot chocolate in your hand . . . not panting, sweating, and waving a fan in front of your face like here.
The only good aspect of hot Houston is that the Little Lady can still go out, chalk in hand, and play in the sun. We aren’t housebound because of freezing temps or cold winds. We still can enjoy an afternoon, creating our own swirls of color on the sidewalk.
