Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Spring!

72 degrees today, 80 degrees tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday, and 75 degrees on Monday? Could it be that Spring has finally decided to stop teasing us already and stay? Stephen and Asher went to the park to enjoy the weather this afternoon while I slaved away in my gray cubicle with nothing but cold, hard fluorescent lights shining down on me. Asher made Daddy take him down the slide at least 150 times, and I hear they also played on the swings and just ran around in the grass like a couple of wild men and taunted other small children who got in their way.

Above is a photo I took this evening of Stephen and Asher inspecting Marmie's beautiful tulips. I have to post this picture because I didn't get to take any pictures of them frolicking together at the park because, well, of that whole being-busy-letting-the-corporate-world-suck-my-soul-out-of-my-body-through-my-nose thing.

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Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Cold...In More than One Sense of the Word

Last week the temperatures were in the 60s & 70s. Life was sunny, warm, and beautiful.

Today, the high was 40 and it spit snow all damn day. On top of that, I awoke this morning with a sore throat and that horrible icky cootie feeling you get right before a full-fledged cold wreaks havoc on your body. Life is now snotty, cold, and gray.

Old man winter just won't take his chilly claws off of us. That, or spring is a terrible tease. Strike that - she's a big slut who used her charms to get me out of the house, participate in social activities, and buy more revealing new clothes for the warmer weather. Mr. Winter makes me bundle up in ugly sweatpants & sweatshirts and hibernate indoors in front of the computer or the television. He's also generous enough to bless me with a sore throat, sinus headache, and stuffed up nose.

Oh well, everyone loves a big slut, and my husband has to be sick of seeing me in these God-awful red sweatpants, so I beg of her to grace us with her presence once again and to stay for awhile - maybe even move in, if that's not asking for too much of a commitment from a big slut??

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