Posts tagged fuck winter

As I mentioned, I have had the Cold From The Pits Of Hell since last Tuesday afternoon. I’ve been using one of those sinus rinse, put some salt thing and water in a bottle and flush everything out things. This morning, I flushed my sinuses, and what came out scared me.

I do believe it was sentient, and tried to eat my brain while it was in there.

Really, cold? 6 days? No respite? The fuck is up with you?

Every so often, I am cruelly reminded that the season of bare legs, sundresses, decotellage, bikinis, cleavage, and general skin-showing is about over.

And I lament.

I dig fall in New England - even more than I dig summer, perhaps.

Still, I mourn. For the hibernation of the decotellage is nigh. Yeah, boots are hot and all - but I’ll always prefer the look and feel of skin over leather. So I lament, for the age if the cleavage is soon done.

Soon, my wife’s perfect legs, showcased by shorts and skirts for the last 4 months, will be hidden by long pants, by sweatpants, by flannel. Soon, the light tops she wears that drive me crazy because they accentuate her curves will be replaced by sweaters, and sweatshirts, and jackets. So yes, I lament.

So all you folks longing for colder weather? Spare a thought for us who’d prefer to see a woman in a sundress than a Minotaur in a football uniform.

The boobs are going away.