sweatshirt weather

there's something about the way the street looks when it's just rained
there's a glow off the pavement

the past two days have been absolutely sensational. it's cloudy, it's rainy, it's 60 degrees. I'm sitting on the couch with all the windows open eating gingerbread and reading blake for my poetry class while pebble makes a nest of out some blankets and my sweatshirt. my geography lab got cancelled tomorrow because the building flooded, and i do not have to work. tomorrow = starbucks & reading all day. perfection.

unfortunately we're nowhere near where this picture was taken (ocean beach, ca) but it's the closet picture to perfection that I could find. instead, we are going to flagstaff this weekend. it's our mommy's birthday so we're going to go on a mini-escape for a few days. pebble always gets crazy legs due to the mountain air and runs around like a headless chicken. you know the type. then she ends up like this:

yes, she wears a sweater. she's just tiny.

& you know I want to ask you to dance right there,

in the middle of the parking lot

cheers,

lauren

_edit: continuing on the idea from the previous blog that adam young & I share a brain, here is an excerpt from his most recent blog:

"Sweatshirt weather doesn’t last forever in Minnesota and before you know it, it’s time to dig the winter coats out of mothballs and grimace through the raging bitter elements. "

please note the title of this blog. enough said.