Wednesday, May 25, 2011

- Isn't it Ironic?

Old school Alanis Morissette is my jam.  One of my favorite songs to sing on a roadtrip is "You Oughta Know" because it's so angsty and there's no way you'll be tired after belting that one out.  But Alanis is probably most famous for teaching us the completely incorrect use of the term of irony, which I will be repeating here.
My apartment pool opened Monday.

Normally this means nothing to me.  Except, living in Minnesota teaches you not to take the weather for granted.  Ever.  Seriously I've been here almost six months (Shut your mouth - that's crazy!) and I've seen snow storms bring 14 inches in 24 hours and heard the tornado sirens twice.  But the "ironic" part is this year, that pool opened and ya'll...I want to go to there.  In a bikini.

I started buying bikinis (yeah that's plural) like a month and a half ago.  That's so far from my nature I don't even know how to explain it, except this way: When it's warm (above 50 degrees), you best take advantage.  You better be out there every day soaking up every last drop of it into as much exposed skin as possible.  Because when it snows almost every day for two weeks straight you're going to need something more than a down comforter, cute dog, and hot guy to keep you warm at night.  Unless that guy is like really hot.  I mean like he radiates heat in a way that makes summer seem tangible.

Monday was beautiful but I couldn't make it to the pool so I said "Tomorrow, it's totally going to happen tomorrow".  And it's been rainy, cloudy and 60 ever since.

I do not appreciate it when the Minnie gets all ironic.

If you know me at all, you also know that my exposure to the sun involves a thick, constantly re-applied layer of at least SPF 80, because I'm terrified of looking older than I am.  Also: cancer is scary.

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