On Sunday I ditched my flannel pj’s for a lightweight pair of sweats.
I’ve been sleeping with the ceiling fan on high speed for over a week now.
Yesterday I washed my car.
Today I will be spending most of my day outside in the backyard raking up leaves that I left behind in the Fall.
Friday I’m going to break out my flip flops.
AJ Colby (local weatherman) says we’ll be shattering records this week.
It’s the middle of February and I haven’t moved down South, it’s just Mother Nature being naughty.
Two weeks ago I was welcoming Winter back with open arms because he only made a short appearance and I felt that Sherman and Leroy got cheated out of the season that they love the most.
But then Winter left again and the ground started to dry up perfectly and the crocuses started to peek their tiny green sprout heads out and my seed catalog came in the mail.
That’s it. It’s too late for me, I’ve got Spring fever and I know deep down that I’m going to have this fever for at LEAST the next 8 weeks until it breaks for good.
And it’s going to be rough because the chills are going to come with the fever, the crocuses are going to get frostbite and the yard is going to turn into a mud pit.
Damn it Mother Nature, you’re a hotter mess than me this year.
p.s. I might have to break out Sherman’s pool on Friday but it’ll be snowing by Monday.