You are about to be escorted from the building. I've had it. We've ALL had it. You tease with a little melting here and there....a drip from the roof...a microscopic patch of grass peaking out. Then you take it all away and bring more snow and more cold. I need the sun. If you don't provide it soon I'm headed south....Barbados south....and am not coming back until May.
Dear Mr. Spiderman,
My youngest informed me that it was YOU who was the culprit of sneezing a GIGANTO booger on my beautiful, clean, freshly painted cuboard. You could have at least wiped it off. Really. You're a grown up, right? I mean...as grown up as a man in tights can be. You could have wiped it on your tights.
Hi! My name is Jen, mom of two boys... yin and yang. Wife of super triathlete. Signpainter, who still uses a paintbrush. DIY'er, whose house is the victim in a constant quest to define "my style". Gardener, who plants too much and "puts up" till the cows come home. On a mission to find a little peaceful serenity in 2014.