She's giving me one.
We're trying on Spring clothes today.
The snow is melting and nothing in the ten-day forecast indicates that we'll be getting more. In fact, the temperatures are supposed to be in the forties. THE FORTIES. I can see grass in half of my backyard right now. Sure there is still a huge frozen puddle and snow covering the other half, but I see GRASS. Brown-gray grass that shows no signs of life except that it is GRASS and if I squint I can imagine it green and hot and I can sort of remember what it feels like to complain about all the bees and dandelions. I'm hoping the huge wave of heavy gray depression that seems to be affecting everyone I know will lift. Come on in March. Come in like lamb and go out like kitten.