Summertime....ohhh sweet summertime (please hurry)

HOLY SHIT CRAP I am SOOOOO ready for some warm weather.

I want to lay on the floor of my living room and listen to the birds (or the loud ass neighbors bickering) while a soft breeze (filled with the other's neighbors obnoxious fire pit fumes) gently blows my hair.

I want to look out the window and see green grass (and hooptie cars parked all up and down my street blocking an otherwise pretty view of nothing).

I want to curl up on the old green rocker that sits on my front porch, book in hand, mind in book (don't talk to me people, I am here, but I am not).

I want to take a nice long evening walk (and PEEP into the windows of your home to see if it is as messy as mine or decorated nicer) with my good pal who lives around the block, we can talk flowers (or bitch about the men, like we usually do).

I wonder why it is that whatever season we are in we are anxiously awaiting the next.

And hating the weather and the current circumstances.

One of the mysteries of life, I guess.

Come back in a few days, I may have removed the wild hair that appears to have climbed up my ass.

Spring fever sucks. (what I really need is a box of Lorna Doones and bottle of Jack).

Carry on.

Fluck it all.

Have a wonderful dreaming of summer day!!!

(Marmie, I am good, just pinning for summer, or in the throes of mental-pause which may or may not have a hold on me).