I’m annoyed and sick of the rain and cold and Northeast. I just threw on a white collared shirt that I took with me on my vacation last month and it still smells like the beach. Don’t get grossed out–I’ve laundered it since my return but somehow the light scent of suntan lotion and saltwater has lingered in the fabric. I pulled it around me and as I buttoned it up a smile spread across my face. I miss the beach. and I reserve the right to be BITCHY until I can be BEACHY again.