I am so done with winter.
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.
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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