Look Kids, It’s Called The “Sun”

And I’m back on my feet.

That was the hideous millionth flu this season and the flu reduces me to a whiny little crybaby and the Whiny Little Crybaby look really just does not suit me at all. So I’m quite glad to be back and at ‘em. I’m sure the boy, aka the babysitter, is glad as well.

Now that I’m done spreading my disease the masses (You’re welcome very much – please feel free to needlessly take antibiotics in an attempt to kill this virus and instead succeed only in breeding a larger, meaner super virus so that next month I have the joy of wearing the style called Flu yet again. Yes. Please do.), I should be just absolutely FREAKING OUT that I’m so behind on life. (::whisper whisper:: Come closer. Closer. I haven’t done my taxes yet. SHHH! ::whisper::)

But instead of freaking out, I’m just so damn happy because this weekend was so damn perfect and warm and SUNNY! Yes! The SUN came out to welcome us up here in the Northwest where the sun don’t shine (har har) and it’s turned me into this raving lunatic from whom you have the pleasure of hearing this gibbering madness spew. But I just don’t care. Because it’s PRETTY outside.

::sigh:: I love Spring. I will come out to play with it any day.

So I’m soaking it up and in approximately forty-eight hours a bomb will go off in my brain that reminds me that I have oh-so-many things to do and am oh-so-behind on email responses (Sorry! I’m getting there!) and just you rest assured that my next post will be something completely neurotic and over-thought.

But for now, just for now, I’m going to bask.