Tornado Alley, But Not Really

You know how the stereotypical awkward conversation goes, "Hi." "Hey." "How are you?" "Good." "...Interesting weather we're having." "Yep." "..."

Well, I'm going to be spectacularly lame and awkward and talk about the weather. Again.

Don't give me that look. The weather around here definitely merits discussion. Have you seen it? If you have, then you know that anyone brave enough to step outside is drenched within 3.25 seconds, due to the humidity. It's like you've had a tough workout, except without the tough workout. Gross, yes.

Also, there's the small issue with the summer storms, a.k.a Let's Have Another Tornado Warning Every Two Minutes Because It's Fun To Make People Drop Everything And Hide In The Basement. Thunder, lightning, pouring rain, ridiculous winds, and sirens. Fun stuff.

So far, though, no real tornadoes have come our way, which is a really good thing considering that our house is mournfully void of safe, windowless rooms.

Also, the lightning storms require me to turn off my computer, which is a bit of a problem because my computer is a stubborn little evil thing that refuses to turn back on after it's been shut down.

Enough weather reports for now...?

Please Inform the Weather...

I love summer. This is largely because summer involves days that consist of 45% sleeping, 40% napping, and 15% doing nothing (I really hope that adds up to 100). But it's also because, in summer, it is no longer necessary to huddle three inches from the fireplace wearing so many layers that you resemble a human beach ball. In theory.

Let's take a look at the reality, shall we? I am sitting here in soccer shorts and a t-shirt and my toes are going to freeze off any second. Once I finish this post, I am going to go change. Outside, it's cloudy - wait, no, make that overcast - and I can only conclude that the sun's gone on its summer vacation without the rest of us. Because we're well into June and I still have to wear snowpants, apparently. What is wrong with this picture?
There's one thing I can't stand about summer, though. Mosquitoes. If you like mosquitoes, then there is something severely wrong with you. Unfortunately, the mosquitoes seem to have missed the memo that summer has decided not to show up, because they're here and they're hungry.

Well, someone go prod the clouds with a long pole and tell them to go away. And while you're at it, ask the sun to please please please come back from its vacation.