There is a feeling in the wind. There is a message it carries in my open living room door. It says, "Summer is nigh."
Every year I hear that whisper and have to decide if I have the fortitude to ignore the sun slicing through the blinds, passive aggressively daring me to come outside and join the rest of the world dappled in Vitamin C.
Because we all know where I'd rather be.
Huddled under a leopard print slanket in an air-conditioned underground cave with no kid, no husband, no responsibilities and lots of snacks and Netflix.Read More