while i was sitting in my office this morning, i leaned back in my chair and asked lindsey if she thought it was storming outside.
i should probably give you a bit of background: our office is basically a closet. there are absolutely no windows. and the building we work in is made of concrete. in fact, to get to my office, you have to pass through a door in her office. so yeah, i'm in a closet. we NEVER know what it looks like outside, unless we go down the hall and around a couple of corners.
so, after i asked her if she thought it was storming, i went on to say,
'i just feel like it's storming outside.'
you know what i'm talking about? there's a certain feeling associated with stormy weather, right? and how could i be feeling it if it wasn't storming outside?
i still haven't checked to see if it is - in fact - storming outside. or at least raining.
but i'm hoping that it is.