Travis wanted to know, and now I do, too: "Why does it always rain on me?"
Actually, both of us are ridiculous for asking; the reason is clear. We live in Scotland.
The rain is seriously depressing. I need the sun to shine down rays of happiness on me. I need my vitamin D.
I'm so down in the dumps I don't want to write anything here. I just want to leave work, curl up in my bed with a good book, and mope. I need a cuddle from my hubby.
Canada in two weeks. Can I wait that long? Will I survive the rain until then? How on earth did I make it through the winter? The rain is horrible.