I wish someone had told me that June was no longer considered one of the summer months. It's frickin' freezing here and we're running out of wood. Everyone is grumpy, including the dogs, and to top it off, Mini-Husband has taken on impersonating a seal at all hours of the night. Rumour has it that the sun and it's warming rays have been stuck on the other side of the Atlantic and no whining or bribing will woo it our way.
Morale has gotten so bad that everyone is threatening strike action. Timely, since Thursday the tribe's teachers are on strike as well. Perhaps we'll get lucky and it'll snow so we can make a nice igloo out in the garden.
It's the 21st of June and it's miserable. Calgon take me away.
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It's 80 here at 8:20 and forecasted to be 91 today. Maybe too hot for the first day of summer?
I love how my words of the month are "miserable" and "morale." I need some heat. And a beach. And a nice babysitter or three...
and a cold drink in one hand with a good read in the other...
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