I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy spring. Since I’m not above cheating (but I am over winter), I’m coming to you a day early. Sneaky, I know.
Perhaps it’s a result of being cooped up in maternity pants since the fall (the season, not the time I slipped on my neighbor’s icy sidewalk… which reminds me, I still need to draw him a note expressing all of my emotions about his lack of shoveling using solely emoji), but I am done with winter.
I’m more than ready to spend some solid time outdoors (in regular pants).
I’m ready to wear pastels. Just kidding, it’s still all black, all the time. Even on Wednesdays.
I’m ready to keep the windows open. I would be ready to keep our backdoor ajar, but Clark got so excited about the temperature reaching 40 this past weekend that he busted through our screen, Kool-Aid Man style (fortunately, he was totally fine… apparently the screen was on its last leg… or wire… or whatever that thing is made of). I guess we could still keep the door open, but I don’t want, like… a squirrel or a theif coming in.
I’m ready to eat fresh fruit and vegetables grown somewhere closer to Boston than, say, Chile. I’m ready to leave my jacket and my bad New England attitude at home.
I’m ready to drive around with my windows down, cranking Turn Down for What (I have no idea what the song means, and I am afraid to Google it. If it turns out to be something perverted, well… I don’t want that in my search history) like the cool mom that I am (play along, all those sleepless nights have given me a fragile ego).
Bring on the flip-flops.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Live in the Boston area? Ultimate Bootcamp is hosting a free spring workout this Sunday in Watertown.
- Taking Grace to the office for a bit
- Picking up ingredients for this recipe from Julie
What’s your current jam?