Driving Me Crazy

If you know me, you are probably aware that I hate the cold.  I bundle up as if I am allergic to the lack of heat.  So lately, the cold weather has been driving me absolutely crazy.  I just cannot stand it.  Especially if I cannot even go snowboarding, which is the only value to cold weather.

But today I was driven crazy for a different reason: it was warm today, and I wanted to play.  This morning I woke up, did some writing for work, and then headed up to campus to run a couple of places to make sure I got into the last few classes I need to graduate.  Then I went to stats.  All that time, I was wishing I could just sit out on the grass and soak up the sun, and I REALLY wanted to go play at a park.  I love to play at parks.  Yes, I am two decades old, but big deal.  You can suck on my toe if you think I'm too old to have fun.  Don't judge me.  (As you can see, I get rather defensive of this playful pleasure.)

And lo and behold, I went to a park today!  Megan tried to figure out where this really awesome adventure park was while Amanda followed her random directions, and after driving around for about an hour, we gave up and went to a park that we knew the location for certain.  We tossed a football, we played some volleyball games (without a net, thank goodness), and I learned how to play Ninja, and we climbed all over the big toy. I even pretended I was part of Star Gate Command for a bit, but I think I will have to work harder on my play pretend skills.  They are deteriorating.  Climbing up slides is still fun though, in case anyone wonders.

Anyway, I guess the weather will drive me crazy no matter what.  If it's warm, I'll be crazy to go outside, and if it's cold, I'll just be crazy.