The muddy brown snow and the salty remnants of road treatment are wreaking havoc on the bottoms of my pantlegs. My car looks like its paint job was finished with a dusty, gritty glaze left behind by last weekend's snowfall.
Yeah. I'm ready for spring.
I finally broke down and got some razors for my second annual First Shave Of The Season - because I know skirts and capri pants will soon be making the rounds (well, all except for the chicks at FNC).
I know spring is eight days away can you tell someone's counting? but I'm a bit anxious to get on with the warmer weather so I'm taking a trip to Atlanta Friday, where I am looking forward to temps in the 60s (or higher), sunshine and warm attitudes.
The escape to warm weather is a bonus - my primary objective is to spend some quality time with my niece, sister and brother-in-law. The Bean is just over five months old and is apparently quite the flirt.
I haven't seen my niece since November and I'm told she's gotten quite big and is developing a sassy personality.
I can't wait.
2 comments:
Have fun in Hotlanta!
PS: Ask and you shall receive.
LOL. Reading about your aversion (or at least I take it that way) for shaving reminds me of the Deana Carter album "Did I Shave My Legs For This"?
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