i can’t stand this place. really. it’s the last weekend in may and not only is it cold and raining (all. the. time. despite what the “current condition” image suggests.), but there’s no light at the end of the tunnel. i look forward to, one day, again living somewhere that isn’t a perpetual cold-clime swamp.
i’m house- and dog-sitting for some of my favorite people in the world this weekend. one of their dogs is pretty much my spirit animal and quite the camera hog.
walks in the rain suck for all of us though. i’m dreaming of sunshine, limeade, basil, tomatoes, margaritas, coconut-scented things, berries, and days so hot that getting off the couch is impossible.
please, oregon? please?