I awoke this morning with a smile.
That smile evaporated when I discovered that Punxatawny Phil, the rodent prognosticator, saw his shadow this morning. Six. more. weeks. of. winter. (I'll let that little gem sink in. There. Officially depressed yet?) Six more weeks of bundling kids, loads of extra laundry, and days of endless grey.
All I have to say is Phil, if you run in front of my car today, I can not be held responsible if my accelerator sticks. In that case, you should blame Toyota.
Anyway, being that it is Tuesday, I have some lovely Post It's for you.
I figured that you too needed a short and sweet post, so that you have enough time to crawl back in your bed and hibernate for another 6 weeks. If you need me, that's where I'll be.