Suddenly It's Spring

So it's officially spring, right? So what gives with these east coast winds and the cold and the whatnot? And the northwest is getting slammed with another blizzard and there's tornado watches in the mid west or more whatnot everywhere else? I do not approve, Mother Nature. I do not approve at all. For your non-robotic, feminine side, enjoy some fruity tooty flowers from my kitchen table, which sprinkle their charming yellow pollen dust on my cereal bowl every time the table gets bumped, making me follow up with a Zyrtec and gin chaser. Spring is wonderful. (I'm just kidding about mixing meds with gin. It was whisky.)





(Gettin' my garden geek on: I looove Campanula flowers. Actually, I relish flowers that are vaguely shaped like Chinese paper lanterns!)

Lucky for me, I'm getting the hell outta dodge on vacay this weekend (was that a little too cheestastically "Legally Blond"? It was. I should be shot.) for a whole 5 days. That's right, not a full week, but 5 days. Jealous? Of course. Who wouldn't be jealous because I get to go to Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede? And don't even think I'm not totally going to act like a retarded tourist jackass and dress like a dang cowgirl, because I totally am, and I'm bringing my family down with me by forcing the menfolk to wear western shirts and we will look awesome. Awesomely hokey and wrong. When in Rome and all that crap. I'm gonna Daisy Duke the balls outta that place. (I don't know what that means either. Just get in the fetal position and go to a happy place.)


"Suddenly It's Spring" by Frank Sinatra.