I know it will eventually be Spring. I know it. But I can't feel it.
For dinner I ate fancy British Lemon Lady cookies (or biscuits if you want to be that way about it) dipped into Funfetti Icing. Clark had tantrums all week. It was 8 degrees today. I pretended it was bedtime an hour earlier than it actually was, and Clark fell for it. (It was for the greater good.) I am on day number three without a shower.
But everyone in this family cracks me up. So oh well.
("That dolphin eating those crabs! Oh nooo!" Clark says in a very gruff voice.)