Easy breezy

I kinda promised myself that I would try to avoid cribbing talking about the weather on the blog(because that’s all that I seem to have to talk about) but, I can’t stand it any longer. It is a fashion blog and what I wear is almost always directly related to the kind of weather there is. What is up with this heat wave? We are still in April and I am dreading the next month! For some reason I am holding this unbearable heat responsible for all the maniac drivers out on the road. Everbody is in such a hurry to get out of the sun and get where ever it is that they are going, that they are willing to drive like a rampant bull elephant on a rage, if its going to get them there just a few minutes earlier. It’s already been established that we as a people have no traffic sense at all. And even if we do, we conveniently choose to ignore it because, you know, why bother about sticking to your own lane when, you can mow people down and bully every vehicle smaller than yours? Or why wait for the green light and waste those precious two seconds of your life when, you can sit on the goddam horn and blow it to bits.There were days when my dad used to drive me around and I would ‘tch-tch’ at his road rage. But from the time I started driving I totally sympathize with him. Anyway, I digress. The point of this post is that it is SO hot. And you are going to say ‘See Chandana, it is summer and it is supposed to hot. This hot. Maybe even hotter’. Thank you, but that doesn’t help a bit. I think I’ve already decided am going to be grumpy about it. I’ve decided am going to yell and scream and scare the living daylights out of every motorcyclist that cuts across my path. I’ve also decided am going to shop for more summer clothes. So that’s three decisions that together make absolutely no sense. And that my friends is how you take decisions.

So the point of this post was……? Ummm… I give up!