Picture it: A weekend with pristine perfect skies and somewhere deep down in your heart, you’re secretly praying for rain. Not just any old drizzle; a down pour of sorts. Weekends spent outside enjoying warmer fronts is a recipe for admiring pink-lined trees on every street, cultural festivals, bar-b-ques in the park overlooking a mean city skyline, and rays of sunshine that cover your face.
Yeah right.
Then you finally realize after too much time spent outside the pollen count is higher than a zillionaire’s bank account and time outside should be limited to non-existent during this time of year. Like I said: secretly praying for rain.
Ah well. At least my mani & pedi turned out perfectly.
