So this was definitely the most New England week in the history of New England.

Just the other day I was walking out of my improv class and one of my classmates walked up to me so incredibly confused.

"What the hell is going on with the weather? It's been so up and down? How is this even possible?" she asked.

She's from Chicago, so naturally, the only appropriate answer was "Welcome to New England."

But seriously, this week has been bananas. I started this week trying to move a trash barrel in my yard. It was stuck in deep ice, frozen solid so it wouldn't budge. I literally threw my body at the trash barrel and it wouldn't move. It was that cold and frozen. The next day I went out to move them and they were sitting in a giant puddle from tons of rain and melted ice. The next day they blew all the way down the street because it was so insanely windy. The day after that, I was running errands in just a hoodie. Suddenly it became so warm.

I don't know what the hell is happening, but Mother Nature was definitely in a real New England-type of mood.