Everyone here tells me that after two weeks of down pour I'll be sick of it, but bah. I don't think they realize how much I despise heat.
Rain makes a great hair day, clear skin, and allows me to choose what scarf it shall be today. I can wear my moccasins, my jeans, and any shirt I want: swoob and swass are nowhere near on these days.
Heat is just sick. The hair gets frizzy, the face gets shiny, and I always forget to shave my stupid legs on the hottest days. The best activity there is is standing still, hoping your being doesn't just melt away into a pool of liquid. Blech.
BC is beautiful for this: in the morning you can see your breathe, the air is crisp, and you can see the sun YET still feel cold. 'Tis glorious.
Next weekend I'm home for the big Turkey feast. I am so so pumped. Pumpkin Pie. Gravy. Turkey. Mountains o' potatoes. Wonderful. Hopefully I can go out w/the Momster to stalk up on scrubs as well: I really despise the full printed Tinkerbell ones. Unless I'm assigned to ped's, or another ward requiring obnoxious prints, I see no reason to waltz around as a giant wall-papered nurse. Although I claim this now, I'm sure that when I'm old and grey I'll find simple happiness in the prints of Disney Princess and Snoopy, and recollect on how much I once wanted to look 'cool' in 'ma scrubs.
Peace.
D.
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So I'm laughing out loud at my desk, trying to picture you wearing tinkerbell scrubs - too funny! We (the entire house including Kitten Jane!) are so excited that you are coming home for Thanksgiving - it will be grand as you would say! Your love of rain and dampness must be a direct connection to your birthplace - glad you are so enjoying it.
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