Meteorologists: the worst ologists

Don't all weathermen know that it's supposed to be sunny and hot this week?

Having one whole week off before graduation means I should be laying poolside from Monday to Friday. I really need some Vitamin D this week so I don't look like an extra in Twilight come Sunday for graduation. Instead, the weekly forecast looks a bit glum. One rainy day can be good for the soul, but three to five?! Not so much.

In recent posts, I may have sounded like a sentimental sally, and a bit of a pessimist at times, but let me assure you that I am really an optimist on the reg. Usually. Here's hoping those awful ologists are dead wrong. Oh, how my week would change...

First order of business: trade my flats for flip flops and add a beach towel.

As much as I love 'em, swap Friends marathons for some real-life escapades with my real-life friends. Ha.

Take a drive with the windows down... and while we're at it, the radio up.

Test out my floppy hat in the sunshine before Preakness on Saturday.

Trade a rain umbrella for a much better, and more festive, miniature version.

Catch some rays, brah.

And just for good measure... go frolic in the flowers & make some wishes.

Now all I need is for a meteorologist or two to be proven wrong. 

I also need mister sun, mister golden sun, to please shine down on me.

Is it sunny where you are today? I may just need to come visit.