It's called a heater...

I don't like the cold. Period.

I'm the type that will/can/has worn flip-flops 24/7/365. Yes, my feet get cold and yes, my toes have turned slightly blue on occasion, but it's part of who I am. My choice of footwear is a direct link to my love of the beach and the island. Nothing says "summer fun" quite like a pair of flip-flops.

So imagine my disdain this morning when I had to put on real shoes to go to class. I don't know what has happened to me! I've always been able to push through the pain, but this year I'm so cold I physically ache! The place where I'm volunteering all of my free time as evidently never heard of a heater. As many times as a adjusted the dial on the thermostat yesterday, it should have been 150 degrees in that office - I'm convinced it wasn't attached to anything inside the wall.

So here I sit, cold and in real shoes. Sad day. To top it all off my feet are still cold.

Is it summer yet?!

*I'm not ignoring the award bestowed upon me by Classy...I'm just having a moral struggle between following the rules of the post and choosing the first book near me, which is lame, or waiting til I get home and getting the book out of my nightstand that I was reading once upon a time....decisions, decisions :0)*