I asked for snow. Wanted it so badly back in late June that the Universe tried it’s best to manifest it for me.
Unfortunately, it’s tough for even the Powers That Be to create snow in July here in the Northern Hemisphere. But it precipitated. Boy howdy, did it ever. So, it wasn’t snow. Meh. It also wasn’t humid, grotesque summer grossness. That’s a WIN in my book, even more so because I really like thunder storms. Cold and wet instead of hot and sticky = fun times.
So, mia culpa. I really should apologize to those of you unhappy at the record-breaking rain, but I just can’t lie to you — it’s been my kind of Ottawa July, and I hope August brings more of the same.
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 
OHHHHHHhhhhhhh welllllllllllll, as long as Loueeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzze is happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy, lady because after next week the summer is going to sizzle with hot, dry loveliness. No more rain. Nope. August AND September are going to be hot, hot, hot.
The cows told me so
Well, the cows wouldn’t lie. I’ll go buy some more fans. 😉
I miss my Louise. Where’s my Louise? It’s not the same without you. Please come back to me. Please?