The weather in Boston is a brisk 50+ degrees today. This makes Lisa unhappy. Forget about the fact that my tan faded at Mach speed this summer but I'm not prepared for the fall shoes at all. I can't even imagine putting my tootsies into boots, heels or anything with closed toes.
Sure I like fall clothes. Who doesn't love a nice wrap sweater or a vest over a long sleeve thermal in the hottest colors? But I like summer more. Plus I have no idea where any of my fall clothes are. They are somewhere between the three closets in my apartment, my parents Norton house and my parents Cape house. I have some hardcore rummaging to do.
And since the brrrrtastic weather came out of no where, totally sideswiping me like an avalanche on K2, I'm forced to wear jeans with tank tops and random Granpa-style sweaters to keep warm. I'm still wearing my flip flops though. When I eventually do have to part with them it will be a teary separation reminiscent of a Nicholas Sparks novel.
But I'll be wearing flips until the first snow fall. Yes I intend to be that girl.