It's snowing here. It's snowing on April twenty-stinkin-sixth. The snow is now blowing SIDEWAYS in the cold wind. Snowing all over my tulips. Snow piling up in the screened porch. Snow piling up on the daylilies I uncovered just two days ago. Someone's just MESSIN with us up here.
My husband and I had one of those stupid married-folks fights on the way to a public event last night. We hardly ever fight, but we sure made up for lost time. I hate those fights, when you have to put on a happy face but you're ready to commit cold-blooded murder in front of hundreds of witnesses. But you just KNOW that if you explain yourself all those people will take a swing at him too. But he's thinking the exact same thing.