So who am I trying to kid walking around the house in my short-sleeve Stanford T-shirt, green shorts and bare foot? I mean, it's pouring down rain and cold outside. Inside the house, it is not what you would call tropical weather either.
You see, I was born and raised in sunny California, and this beachcomber attitude continues to course through my veins, keeping me going through hardships. I refuse to give in to lousy weather.
It's nearly summer by gosh and I am not going to bundle myself up and just disappear now am I?