Rain, rain, go away.....

It's been raining in Sacramento. A lot. Way more than it should in June. The kind of rain where you look outside and think, "Is it January?" It's June. For reals. Almost July.

They say that Memorial Day is the unofficial start to summer. If that's the case, I think that I am going to have to give Punxatawny Phil or whatever his name is a call and as for a re-do in the groundhog weather prediction department.

And this weather has a weird affect on people. It brings out people's inner gloom. People have a harder time perking up. People get lazy. People have a hard time finding motivation to get out of the house. Oh, and by people, I mean me.

It's not that I really mind the rain. I actually like the sound of rain on the roof. I like that I don't have to water the garden. I appreciate the fresh rain smell. But I have a Jew fro hidden underneath this perfectly flatironed coif. There is a wild tiger's mane hiding underneath those straight strands. And for years I have fought this jew from with every ounce of my hair stylist might. But two drops of rain and I have people asking what the cat drug in.

And that's not the only thing. It's also very near swimsuit season. And I hate to say that I already have a lack of motivation in the workout department, which is only exacerbated by craptastic weather.

Sitting at home and reading a book with a nice hot cup of tea is #1 on m rainy day activity list. (Ok, ok, it might be a glass of bubbly or cheap light beer some of the time, but I digress.)

Anyway, I'm going to continue to plead with the weather gods for a perk up. I hope you will, too. Until then, I'm going to sit around and see what else I can find in the cabinets to munch on. Here's hoping the crash workout plan will work next week, as I scramble to find a dress to wear to these weddings that doesn't make me resemble the white version of C-Lo.

Ting ting.