I used to ignore my weather app.
It was always wrong.
The Mister would say things like, “It’s gonna get down to 58 tonight!” and I’d be all, “Really? My phone says 74.” Then I’d look on the computer and he’d be right.
My phone app would say, “You can just wear a sweater” and then I’d get in my car and she’d say, “Bitch, shoulda worn a coat.”
One day I looked at the weather app and it said it was sunny and 90 and it was raining and nowhere near that hot.
I said things like, “It sure doesn’t feel like -11…You’d think it’d feel colder than this.”
“Is it sposta rain?” I’d ask The Mister. He’d say, “Look at your phone.”
My phone had the worst weather predictions ever.
I decided looking at the sky, asking FIL, and checking my laptop — all much more effective means to determine upcoming weather conditions.
I moved my weather app to the last icon screen and pretended it wasn’t even there.
Then one day, Moo asked what Saturday’s weather looked like and we both checked our phones. I said, “84 and sunny,” and The Mister said, “77 with rain.”
“Told you my phone dunno the weather.”
My app put me in Lawrence. That’s my community in Indianapolis, my neighborhood.
People say they live in Irvington or Broad Ripple or whatever, but they’re all Indianapolis proper.
Did you know there’s a Lawrence in Kansas, too?
There sure is.
We don’t have the same weather you know.
Five hundred miles makes a huge difference.
I may have set my weather app to Lawrence, Kansas.
But now I’ve chosen Indianapolis.
There’s no Indianapolis in Kansas. I checked.
Happy Friday Everyone!