Invierno

I want to make it clear to everyone that I am not a huge fan of summer.
Don't get me wrong, I AM a fan of laying on the beach in Mexico,
Florida, or the Cayman Islands...but NOT in San Antonio. Could it
possibly get any hotter? The heat is digusting, sticky, and it just
grosses me out. Everyone walks around this town drenched in sweat, and
it makes it hard to ever wear my hair anyway other than a pony. Even
the pools feel like a luke warm bath.

On the other hand, I LOVE, LOVE winter...pretty much everything about
it. The day that Starbucks starts selling my Pumpkin Spice lattes is
the day my winter celebratory dance begins. Coats bust out, I binge on
hats, my hair actually stays curly, and best of all, I don't have to
carry my deodorant around in my bag. Let's lighten the load people!!

I sometimes try and speed the process up a tad by slowly incorporating
linen scarves into my attire, stocking my pantry with Swissmiss, or for
instance, right now I am burning a Yankee "Christmas Cookie" candle. I'm
jumpin' the gun a little. It's only July.

Boo Hoo

Watching a special called "50 Biggest Celebrity Break-Ups..." Am I
glutton for punishment? How depressing is this? If Jen and Brad
couldn't make it, who can?

I also watched Adoption Stories earlier. I haven't cried so hard since
the Gap discontinued their ultra low rise boot cut. Watching parents
meet their new baby for the first time ever was so touching. Awww.

I romanticize everything. This is a curse.

Awkward

I'm bacckkkk!!! You're probably wondering if I fell off the end of the flat earth. It seems I get into a non-blogging funk every few months. I realize this may confuse you all and create a misconception that I cannot commit. No hard feelings. It's not you, it's me. I swear.

Not much time now to mend the bad blood, but I assure you I will return with a vengeance.