Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996
The last signs of winter slip away. The day might not have been as warm as I would have liked, but I spent more time outside today than I have in at least 5 months, so all is good with me right now.
I would just prefer to have another good day puttering around with a camera instead of facing another week of work, but what are you going to do?
We could skip the candy if you would just bring me a warm, sunny day. I realize that Easter is way early this year, so normally we’re dealing with April temps instead of March ones, but still, I have certain expectations about Easter that just aren’t going to be met.
Historically (and I mean back when I was a kid through recent years with my kid) after Easter dinner we would get in the car and drive over to the Leominster State Forest and look for salamanders and fish. I know, seems silly, but you must know, Easter Bunny, that you were the one who would bring us the butterfly nets that we used to catch the salamanders. You do remember that, don’t you?
We took all the kids (and when I say that I’m referring to my son, niece and nephew) to the park a couple of times to either throw a frisbee, a baseball, or fly a kite. All things I do not want to do tomorrow because it’s going to be too cold. So I’ll ask again; instead of sugary stuff, can you give me a 55 degree day with puffy clouds and no wind? That would rock. (Of course, I wouldn’t turn down the warm day AND some of those chocolate covered marshmallow rabbits that I love…)
Okay, now that we’re over the lady with the toilet seat embedded in her behind, we get this lovely headline:
“Woman Goes for Leg Operation, Gets New Anus Instead“
I’d rather have my ass absorb my toilet seat.
I do no like my winter shoe selection. I’m quite unhappy with it, to be honest. I don’t have enough very comfortable shoes that are also stylish. It’s hard to keep your feet happy when you have to go to work somewhere with dress code. Granted, I’m not trapped in nylons and high heels (I’d quit) but still, they’d be happier if I was than with my personal take on business casual.
So yesterday, when it hit 50-ish, I was actually wondering to myself if it was time to take the sandals out of storage. 50! You know last fall, when it dropped to 50 for the first time, that was not even a consideration. I practically wrapped my feet in wool and animal skins to keep them warm. But in spring, why a 45 degree day feels like summer!
This morning it was snowing when I woke up. I can totally understand why winter is a depression-a-thon. The sandals will have to wait for another day. Certainly not Easter Sunday, which looks like it will have a high of 37 for the day. Ya. 37. Nuff said.
If I can say “Well, at least my ass didn’t grow around my toilet seat” I’m having a good day.
