I saw this sign online and it made me laugh. What made me laugh more was hearing Team Testosterone race to the car this weekend: Mr. G "I call shotgun!" Mr. B "I call shotgun infinity!" Mr. D "Do you guys even know what shotgun means?"
While trying to enjoy the remaining weeks of winter (read: Screw you, Winter Storm Ethan), I'm focusing on the chickadees at our birdfeeders. They're pretty cute. And I like how I can see the structure of a tree so clearly when the leaves aren't there.
So, there's that.
And I've started lopping off forsythia branches and bringing them inside to force them into blooming bright yellow flowers for me. (Note to self: plant more forsythia.)
And this! Polyester skirts and funky sweaters! Love! Love! Love!
Mr. D is in baseball mode. He's kind of always in some level of baseball mode, but the season begins on the 21st. You can imagine the conversations here. He has also brought home the first half of the 40 boxes of Girl Scout cookies he ordered this year. And then I made cookies for Mr. T's Mardi Gras carnival at school today--which seemed incredibly superfluous under the circumstances.
I dreamed about our pool last night--in my dream our pool actually connected to a canal that surrounded our entire house. At the corner of the front porch (where the gutter needs repairing) it had become very green with algae. Halle Berry and I discussed what I should do and then I switched on a pump to clean it up. This is exactly why I never put much stock into dreams. As if Halle knows the first thing about water chemistry. Pfft.
Seed catalogs. I'm still finalizing my plans before I order. One nice thing about March is that June and July are still full of promise and hope.
Today I'm gathering paint swatches and making a drop at the thrift shop.
Spill it, reader. What's keeping your spirits up on Fat Tuesday?