Truthful Tuesday: the one in which I complain about being cold

So it's July, right? The time of year where I see and hear lots of people complaining about various heat waves. We had a stretch of 90+ degree days going strong this past week. I'm gonna be honest with you. I LOVE the heat. Seriously. I do. I love every second of it. (I mean, maybe not if I lived somewhere hotter for longer.)
There are of course exceptions. I don't like to run in the heat. But then again, I don't really like running ever, so there's that. I don't like it TOO hot for working the ponies. Not for my sake, but theirs. I have mostly dark horses, and I imagine it's extra hard on them. But me personally? 99% of the time, I love the hot weather.
Somehow though, here in Connecticut, it went from 85 degrees on Sunday to 55 on Monday. Sure, 55 degrees is awesome if it's, say, February. It's also not so bad first thing in the morning. But when that's the high in July? This is where I have a problem. I have Hashimotos disease which makes me over sensitive to being cold. Which leads to today's confession:
I'm freaking freezing, and I'm turning into a grumpy old shrew.
Seriously! I was pretty good through day one. But day two? Today, I woke up grumpy. I got to work, which has been a poo-show to say the least, and now I'm like mega grump.
If someone could bring me a cupcake and some hot cocoa, I'd be extremely grateful!
So that's my confession today. I'm wearing a sweater in July and super unhappy about it.

What kind of weather makes you grumpy? Or are you immune to weather related angst?

Truthful Tuesday

On today's edition of Truthful Tuesday, I give you full permission to laugh at me. I did! With this autoimmune condition I have comes some ridiculous symptoms, the silliest of which is absentmindedness. From what I hear, once we figure out the correct dosage for my meds, this should go away. But in the meantime, I do stupid things sometimes. Which brings us to today's confession.
This weekend I had a particularly rough time with my energy level, and a little trouble finding my motivation. But I finally kicked myself in the butt enough to get to the grocery store once I finished barn work/riding on Sunday evening. While on the drive to the store, I look over at my passenger seat to grab a mint from my purse. I expect to see this there:

(That's my purse.) Instead I see just empty seat. You guys. I FORGOT MY PURSE! So I get off the exit and head home to retrieve my money carrier. Thankfully I remembered it the second time. I get my shopping done and I'm walking out to the car, and I hear someone running up behind me yelling "Miss! Miss!" (Hey, at least I didn't get "Maam!" right?) Yep. I left my credit card at the checkout. I mean really. You'd think I'd be focused after the debacle getting there!
Have you ever done anything careless like that? And then made the same mistake 20 minutes later?! Sheesh. If you have, you might want to get your thyroid tested!