If there's one thing I've learned, besides that you can water down mascara with saline solution when you're not quite ready to pay $25 for a new tube and that there's always room in the budget for Tip-Top ice cream, it's that the weather is so predictabley unpredictable. It's borderline schizophrenic. They say you can experience all four seasons in one day and it's true. One minute you'll be soaking up the sun and the next you'll be racing to take the clothes off the line before the hailstorm hits. It happens to the best of us. And yes, hanging out laundry is a real thing here. Some days it gets my knickers in a twist, but other days there's a sense of holy pride that comes from white sheets blowing in the breeze with my little garden growing in my peripheral vision. I'm channeling Mrs. Cleaver and it feels good to be conserving the world's energy at the same time. Says the girl who still keeps her electric blanket running all night long. Back to the issue at hand...And the weather app is of zero help to me. I will be huddled under a tree in the pouring rain and my phone will be mocking me with a picture of a sun as the current forecast. We threw caution in the wind and planned a beach trip on the one day that promised 64 degrees and clear skies, we might as well have spit into the wind because it came back and smacked us in the face. It ended up being 53 degrees with a wicked wind. We didn't last long but I think they had fun while it lasted. At least it was better than being in school. And I must say, I loved driving only 20 minutes instead of 6 hours to enjoy Spring Break at the beach.
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