Anyone else facing the crushing purposeless ennui of Not Quite Spring? You might not believe this but I’ve survived all winter on about six sweaters because I’ve been too lazy to unpack our winter stuff from the storage unit – and hey! Before you get all whiny at me for having a storage unit, our bedroom is the size of a postage stamp. When relatively compared to my sweater collection.
Where am I going with this? Oh, I’m sick of wearing six sweaters! April, sack up ho.
However there was plenty of convivial laughter at drinks with my crowd last night and it reminded me that even when we don’t all make it into one dimension we are a multi-petaled flower of awesome! Especially when I realized I was showing off pictures of someone’s new someone on Luke’s iPhone like some kinda crazy yenta grandmama. Look at those cheeks! Puddemthere.
Did you know Stuart is going to the fair and pleasant land next week? You people should send chocolates and puppies oh wait! I have both. Maybe I will post little two-hundreds here for Stuart to read from Old Wighty. Maybe I’ll just call him. Love! It ages well.

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