Dear Irene,
I'm over you. Please stop ruining my last week of vacation with your dreariness and torrential downpours that make having decent hair at work a pipe dream. I guess I should thank you though, because when I look out my office window and see rain it isn't nearly as bad as watching a perfect sunny day go to waste. So, thanks for that. Kinda.
Love,
Emily
We did have a few gorgeous days though, and tomorrow promises to be the last one before we get hit for real on Sunday (college move-in day, of course). I get to go to the beach one last time with my blue-eyed guy, which is super exciting because I am such a beach girl. Or, I would be, if I didn't have an 8-5 M-F real-life grownup job (what's with that, anyway?).
Pictures from gorgeous sunny Wednesday, when the BFF and I went to the museum grounds to take advantage of the sun:
(We took a lot more, but they're on my laptop. At home. Which is helpful to precisely no one.)
I was hoping to have something witty to close with ... but nope. It's my last full day of work so all of my energy is elsewhere. Or just non-existant. You choose.
If it's sunny where you are, go climb some trees for me, and be happy :) It's a waste of time to be anything else.
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