Welcome to Fummer

Fummer = the awkward period between fall and summer.

I really like summer. I really love fall. By all accounts, fummer and I should get along great.

I try to appease fummer. I wear long-ish sleeves with skirts, a combination of both summer and fall apparel. I sometimes wear jackets, but often wear sandals. I think it's a nice compromise, an offering to the fummer Gods, if you will (and I know you will, why wouldn't you?).

The thing is, fummer no likey Natalie.

It has decided to rename itself fugly, as in, f-ing ugly hair time for Natalie.

No matter what I do to the hair right now, fummer vetos it.

Should I straighten my hair fummer?
-Oh no, I will make it frizzy and funky.

OK fummer, I'll just let it dry naturally with the curls.
-Nope, that won't work either. I will make sure it is 12,000 times its natural volume.

I get the idea. Perhaps a ponytail is the best choice.
-Absolutely not, then I will make it look greasy.

So...headbands are the foolproof accessory.
-Nah, I will ensure those will give you a major headache and a kink in the crown of your cabeza.

I always like to use a curling iron fummer. Putting some big barrel curls up in there for a night on the town will be fun!
-Yeah...about that...I'm thinking that I will make those fall out in the first three minutes.

Hurry up fall, fummer isn't good to Natalie's locks.