Today's forecast in Richmond calls for ninety-degree weather.
Tweet. Unseasonlike conduct. Fifteen Yards. I know it's Richmond, but I've been a good boy this summer. I wanna be cold.
Oh, and what Sars said. Only without all the girl stuff. ;-) In terms of clothing, all cold weather means to a guy is that he no longer sweats so much in the stuff he has to wear to work anyway.
But autumn means football, too, and girls' noses getting all pink and the rest of them all snuggly and starved of body heat.
And then there's hot cider, and blowing leaves, and pumpkin pie and it's going to be ninety ^$#@% degrees today.
Grump.
Oh, coffee with Female Number Three this evening. Assessment to follow.
-Rich
[Edit: Ack! I meant Female Number Two. See? See?]
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