“They” say you’re not supposed to talk about the weather, but it’s AUGUST. There are seasons and then there’s AUGUST. August weather. It’s almost like it is its own season. The reality is that no matter how hot and humid it has been in June and July, it WILL be worse in August. Always.
Does August suck where you are? It totally sucks here. So the hubs’ photo is both a metaphor and to cheer me up. Cause sunflowers are really cheerful. And flowers are generally cheerful. Except when they make you sneeze. But even when you are sneezing, the flowers themselves are still cheerful.
Unless you sneeze ON them. That might mess them up.
See? See what August is doing to my brain?
And I had a “bathroom” dream (you know, the one where you can’t find one and then when you do it’s like really public or unusable? What? You don’t have that dream? I thought everyone had that dream!) and I’ll bet if I tracked that dream, or if I had tracked the dream, it would actually be my AUGUST bathroom dream.
Ahem. So, it’s hot. It’s humid. It’s August. That’s how it is here. How is where you are? Consider this blog post your opportunity to whine-one-one and maybe get rewarded for it. Because if you comment here, then you automatically get entered into my monthly drawing for an AnaBanana mini-gift basket of huge awesomeness. Like really huge awesomeness. Winner is announced the first blog post of the new month. Which was the last blog post. Just back there on Monday.
I’m going to stop now. Except for this:
Cause its cute. And her stuff is awesome. Really stopping now.
Pauline writes books, when she isn’t whining about August. And sometimes she writes WHILE she is whining. That’s when characters die. To find out more about her books where characters die, or get their trash kicked, pop over to her website at paulinebjones.com.