When the temperature drops below a certain point I get all kinds of cranky pants. Yesterday was supposed to be a high of thirty-six and not for nothing but thirty-six degrees is already pretty freaking cold so it’s not like I was cool (bwahahaha! see what I did there?) to begin with. And then the temperature started dropping. Bear and I were out and it was BITTER, the kind of thirty-six that feels more like thirty degrees on a mountaintop. Then the dang thing dropped two more degrees and I was not having it.
I mean there was cussing and feet stomping involved. Sometimes I’m not the one acting the grownup and that time often involves subzero weather with a wind chill.
Not like I enjoy temps above eighty either. I get all sweaty (my brain just went to schweatty ballz, anyone else?) and sticky and that’s not a fun time. So I guess I’m basically a gal who’d love living in that sixty to seventy-two degree range. Anyone know a spot like that?
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “above/below.” Use one, use both, use ’em however they inspire you. Bonus points if you use them both. Enjoy!