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*Is it possible to have cabin fever in June? It’s 63 degrees today. What the stink? I am tempted to turn the heat on. I have in June. Oh yes, I have, but now I am angry and I feel like I am not going to give in to the weather. But just whom — of the two of us — do I think is going to win this battle? If I just throw my chin out the weather will relent and climb into the 70s? It’s this sort of weather pattern that gives Minnesota a bad name.
* Because of the unseasonable weather we are going to the movies today. If there were any money in the vacation fund, I would pack up the boys and drive down to Florida. No, seriously. A Northern gal like me is not normally allowed to go into the southern states this time of year. Too hot. Too humid. But I am cold and so pale I look like Night of the Living Dead Mommy.
* The dog has ripped up a night time Pull Up. Yuck. It’s not just batting you know. It’s some sort of gel stuff — now spread all over the carpet in the hall. I’ve already vacuumed twice this month. Good heavens. There’s going to be some sort of cleanliness record set here. HA!!