"we got no food. we got no jobs..."

I forced myself out of bed this morning.  I forced myself out of my warm comfy jammies and into a stiff pair of jeans and a t-shirt.  I actually used a blow drier on my hair.  I even had a few extra moments to put some mascara on these typically bare lashes.  I had to leave the adorable face of my husband and kitten, and walk out the door into the lone and dreary world.

And how did that world reward me for my efforts?  Ice.  Ice all over the place.  Ice on my wind shield, ice under my shoes.  But not the obvious  kind of ice that you see and immediately think, "Hey, that's ice, I should probably walk slower."  This ice wasn't messing around.  This ice was perfectly clear and camouflaged and out to get me.

Unfortunately, I didn't take notice of this ice until after slipping right off of my feet, landing directly on my hip and knee. 

How delicious is my husband.

I've had it with this dump of a season!  I need a beach!  I need warmth.  I need melted chap stick and my poofy floral clown pants.  I need sandals or just no shoes at all.  I need that otherworldly feeling of slightly sunburnt skin.  I need some vitamin D, y'all.  And not from a bottle.  From the sky!

I need the smell of Summer, I need its noises in my ears.

I don't think that I would mind it at all if these clouds decided to make themselves comfortable and stay a while.  No, I don't think I would mind even a little bit.  They seem to like it here.  And have even made friends with the mountains.  And I mean the intimate kind of friendship, judging by the way they're wrapping themselves around said mountains, and hiding them from me.  It's very difficult to hide a mountain.  They must really want their privacy.