It's not the 80 degree weather. It's not that my windows are open 24/7. It's not the sunshine that seems to creep inside of people and replace their bad moods with smiles.
I know it's springtime because: the old men start to drive around with their shirts off.
And how to do you celebrate spring's arrival? You make cheeseburgers and pasta salad and drink lemonade. Which, friends, is precisely what I'm doing tonight. Yeehaw for spring.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
How I know Spring has sprung
Posted by Stacy at 5:39 PM
Labels: the great outdoors
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Oh lovey...how I wish I could join thee for lemonade and a hug to stop my incessant verbal diarhea and slumpiness. Boo hoo. If I weren't nursing I think I'd be very tempted to become a temporary wine-o about now.
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