He's a winter guy and a snow guy and a cold weather guy and we don't have any of those things. I mean, we did when we were in Montana and Europe, but now that we're home in NorCal? Less so.
Like way less so.
|Not winter here.|
|Definitely not wintery over here.|
|And those are fucking daffodils, which I'm sure are not wintery.|
Yeah, our winter is not so much like winter as it is like a sort of extra cool spring.
I'd go on a bit more about the unseasonably warm weather except that I'm afraid of what Nature will do when it hears me being all "OOH It's so warm and sunshiney, winter's over. Fetch me my flip-flops!"
So, instead I'm just going on about my weekend yardwork as though it's not totally fucking bizarre to be out in a tank top pulling weeds, laying mulch and gathering daffodils as though it's April instead of mid-February.
And no need telling you people that I've been wearing flip-flops for weeks already.
I can't stop myself. Last weekend I even traded my jeans for capris and had the balls to go out to lunch in a tank top and flip-flops and these alleged capris without even a sweatshirt in case it got chilly.
Though it might have been inspired by the fact that I could open the sunroof of our new car.
|Definitely a "New To Us" New Car.|
That's right, friends, The Finny & Bubba Household has a new addition - a 1966 Volkswagen Squareback.
|That there is one of my bees inspecting the chrome. They're very particular.|
Sure, it's 46 years old and tops out at around 65 MPH, but he's got a sunroof, wood roof rack and is in excellent running condition.
|Plus, look at that winning smile.|
Don't tell me that you were thinking of something else when you read "+ a new addition" in that post title. You know me better than that, come now.
Plus, I've played this card before - albeit a loooooooong time ago.
I'm such a naughty tease.
Bonus of a new car over a newborn, though?
You can put them to work right away.
|FETCH THE MULCH.|
Though, for the record, I did put down a plastic sheet to keep the mulch from going everywhere and I parked way away from the construction trucks and ricketty carts at the nursery so that I didn't have to come out to the parking lot and murder someone for ramming into Fester.
Yes, his name is Fester.
As in, Uncle.
Look again at the face and tell me you don't see it.
Yeah, you see it.
So - you got spring where you are yet?