Oh, the summer-time has come
And the trees are sweetly bloomin',
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather;
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will range through the wilds
And the deep land so dreary
And return with the spoils
To the bower o' my dearie;



except I'm stuck in the fricking office.

and the tank tops and mini skirts are out in full force!

And those sexy sun dresses.

Sigh.

drooool

Man, it's like December here.... Almost against the laws of Nature here for cold rain this late in the year. It's all over tomorrow though. Probably won't get any more rain until October/November. After 13 years in CA I am officially spoiled in terms of weather :D