Don't rain on my parade.

This picture sums up my day.

The depths of winter have turned many of us into fussy school girls.
Symptoms of FSGS (fussy school girl syndrome) include:

• Driving as if the ground is crumbling and the sky is falling and you're being shot at from the bad guys in a Bond movie. Oh, while texting. GET OFF YOUR DANG PHONE!
  
• Terrible customer service.
  
• Getting mad at your friends for silly misunderstandings.
• Laziness
• Bein' a flake

If you are experiencing one or more of these symptoms or other related symptoms of FSGS take 3 deep breaths and count to ten and get over it. Act like an adult.
Sounds harsh huh? I know, Oh, I know I say with my head in my hands.

Summer, hurriedly come to rescue Spring who can't hold back Winter much longer. Bring us your sunny rays of warm light and release the endorphins from our bodies that make us act like ding-dongs. We are waiting. Anxiously waiting. We're burnt out of winter. When I say we, I mean I am.

Brett is asleep ever so peacefully next to me.
I shall forever marvel at his smile. His gentle hands. His inability to cook pork. He is my best friend for the rest of my life. Awh. Tender.

Shakespeare Sonnet 116:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Oh tender. Deep. No one talks like this anymore. I wish we did though...