And as I had so terribly informed all of you lovely readers, I have said goodbye to jeans. I am taking up mini skirts and sweaters to make (as Gretchen Weiner would say) Fetch happen.  I am welcoming in the bright sunny skies with open arms, or better said, with naked legs. I seem to have a very unhealthy relationship with the sun. You see, I love him more than words alone could describe but sometimes I want to choke him until the sun don’t shine, I want to smother him in dark and evil cumulus nimbus clouds and drown him in sadistic rainstorms. Though then there’s a few good days where I want him to coddle me with warmth and gently sun-kiss my skin. As you can tell from the almost transparent color of my skin, we’ve gone through a rough patch. So to make it up to him I am letting my legs run free and letting the sunshine dress me in mini skirts and take me out for frozen yogurt. Of course only until the weather cools down, which won’t be for quite sometime since it is Florida and all.

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