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about the weather...

Cami Kaos

12 Jun 2008 — 1 min read

Really Cami?

Really?

You're going to sit here and write a post about the weather?

I know, I know...

It seems ridiculous for me to sit here and talk to you about the weather, it does. I accept that. I own it. I admit it... it's just that...

Well the thing is...

The past couple of days it hasn't so much been that I didn't have anything to post about as much as it's that I've been preoccupied with a few things, among those things I've been obsessing over the fact that it's June, K is now officially on Summer Vacation and I have been wearing a coat everywhere I go... or at the very least a jacket.

Last night I took K to see a movie at 5:30 and I wore my wool coat. MY WOOL COAT. IN JUNE!!!

What is this Antarctica?

I went to the Farmers Market in the middle of the afternoon and had to wear a jacket... and long pants... and I was still cold.

I'm ready to officially declare this not-summer vacation. Anyone got some Hot Chocolate they want to share?

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