So the thing about me is, my body does not regulate temperature well. Amy, I'd need Jacob for sure in Eclipse. Ah, the tent. Anyhoo, enough fantasy! If I am cold, I am so uncomfortable. Hot I can deal with as long as it's not sudden. But those first hot or cold days are really uncomfortable for me. It's a hot (or cold) mess.
Also, I debate what to wear endlessly. But I felt like I should just suck it up, and not debate too much bc I know that's crazy, right? So keep this in mind.
So the first day the weather was great. Shorts, tshirts, happy happy. Brought my sweatshirt and felt good. Second day, it was 54, it said, and going to be 68. Well, 68 is warm. So long sleeve shirt and shorts should be great, right? Um, no.
It did not get warm. At all. It stayed 54. And I cannot take being cold. My body is so uncomfortable, and I do not suffer in silence. I constantly update on my status. I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold. If tired, I do the same. Very annoying. But it's like I can't help myself.
So after Erika wanted to throw me in the Small World and Kat wanted the
crocs to eat me, I finally got sweatpants. I tried on brown ones. Yuck. I tried on black ones. Kat just about threw herself in front of those. So I ended up with hot pink Tink sweats. With flip flops. In the MK.
Yes. Oh the shame. The shame.
Thankfully, my friends could laugh at me. Because otherwise they'd kill me.