Freaky Weather

So I just need to complain. This morning, I left Chicago. It was 35 degrees, half-heartedly snowing, and blustery.

I returned to sunny San Diego, ready to jump into the arms of my honey, and find that it's now 95 out degrees with 4% humidity.

BLECK.

I love San Diego weather - probably the best thing about San Diego as far as I'm concerned, but freaking 95 degrees in the middle of April is just a bit much. I hope the Santa Ana winds retreat from whence they came before I drive Steve crazy bitching.

So there. Now I've shared it with any of you who may still check this blog.

Soon up though - something more and exciting - recent pics from my mom's visit and our trip to another out of town velodrome. Track racing season is getting hot!