Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder

My mood today: Fiesty.

Fiesty? Understatement of the year.

Don’t even get me started…As I left the office at lunch time I said “I’m gonna go eat BAD food and feel GOOD about it!” Yes, I got by with a little help from a dear friend (Bobby) and tater tots.

Good friend Bobby also called out my grumpastic moods making sure everything was ok—-and then stated “I know, it’s the humidity.” Ah, passed the good friend test. All good friends of mine know that I’M MISERABLE IN THIS WEATHER.

Which is completely true.

My moods hate this weather. I hate this weather.

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT.

I. HATE. IT.

If I didn’t own that little window air-conditioning unit in my bedroom and have an anti-grump oasis to myself I would probably KILL SOMEONE.

I don’t do well in the heat humid muggy weather, at all. Tis my *Reverse* Seasonal Affective Disorder. What can I say, I’m a unique gem of a person who loves snow/cold/winter days. And spring and fall. And nice under 80 degree humid-less summer days, you know the ones that NEVER HAPPEN IN WNY.

Sigh.

I leave thee with a photo of my melting cats, in front of the air conditioner. I’m over there on the right of Sasha, napping for 5 hours.

IS IT SEPTEMBER YET?

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