Have You Ever Had A Snowball Fight in 60 Degree Weather?

we have.

If you're lucky enough, I'm pretty sure 60 degrees is the best way to enjoy the snow, actually.

I was feeling rather blah this morning.

You know, like I didn't want to drag my geedo(that's baby around here)-laden body out from underneath the covers, take the Leen to ballet, the Sime to the library during ballet, walk, talk, take care of humans, and so on and so forth.

But, alas I did all of those things, including the most important thing like stopping at Wendy's on the way home for 2 junior frostys.

Because, if a frosty can't make the day better, what can really?

We pulled into the drive, ran out of the car, peeling off our winter apparel layer for layer, and realized we were on the verge of an up and up kind of afternoon...

The dear people of Rochester know better than to take the sun's presence,let alone warmth, (warmth!) for granted.

Isn't that right, dear people of Rochester?

And to boot (this morning's bad mood would have never said "to boot", it would have preferred a stick to the eye),

I think my winter skin just may have found a slight ever-so-light pinkish tint.

glory be. Spring is here.