No, not you.
Though you are looking pretty fly these days. Did you start working out? Change your hair? Are you pregnant?!?
I’m talking to you, Mother Nature. But I’m thinking we need to change your name to Motherfucker Nature. I’m about to go all bitchy and call Al Gore on your ass.
Mama’s hot these days, and not in a good way.
Get the message, MF Nature. It’s November. NO-FUCKING-VEMBER.
88F outside is not cool.
I bought new jeans for you.
I’m not shaving my legs because of you. I’m supposed to start my Jeans-Only wardrobe from now until March. But noooo… you had to go and raise up your hotness today to nearly 90F.
I’ll start loving you again on Sunday when your highs are in the 60s.
You damn well better not rain on my food festival on Saturday, cause Mama’s gotta get her food on.
Me, The Other White-Legged Meat