Dear Nashville Weather,

Why do you tease me? Do you get satisfaction in totally getting me in the mood for summer and then leaving me high and dry when your 30 degree chills casually breeze in as if they are welcome? No ma'am. I was just getting over my disastrous winter funk and now look what you've done. My Seasonal Affective Disorder was just starting to mitigate. You've gone and fucked up my world once again. Thanks for nothing.

OH and I can't wait for you to bring your bitchass humidity so my hair can look like that of Barbara Streisand circa the 80s for the months of June, July, and August. That's gonna look really cute with all my cute dresses and strappy sandals.

Pfff,
Adrienne