After a month of balmy breezes and ankle-deep drifts of pollen from all of the blooming azaleas, Mother Nature decided to backtrack towards winter this morning. My locale is scheduled to get down to 37 degrees tonight. Now, I know some of you are scoffing at my piddly little 37 degrees, but lemmee 'splain. It was 87 two days ago. That's quite a difference.
Spring Break has come and gone. (Sigh.) And, I spent most of that time with a cold. Which I then gave to my (unwilling and unappreciative) husband. Now, Offspring says she feels a tickle in her throat. Just in time for standardized testing! Which she cannot miss! Hooray! Once again, the Devil farts in my face.
The one measly consolation is that it's Wednesday somewhere, and we can crank up the pity party and whine to our heart's content! Let fly, pixies!