Of course, three of them tried to sell me tattoos last year - they would color on me with markers for the low low price of a quarter per tattoo. When I asked if they'd had any takers in the neighborhood for this very Ron Popielish offer, they said that they were only going to sell it to me.....not sure if they think I'm just a sucker for their charms or I'm a marker tattoo kind of neighbor but either way, not a bad offer for a woman of my age.
While I love the nice weather (sorry Midwest!).....I'm not sure I'm ready for it yet. I still have some sitting by the fire-cranking up the heat-making comfort food like mac and cheese with bacon, and roast chickeny stuff-kind of days left in me before I bust out the shorts and the spider veins coverup.
Apologies to all of you who are ready to snarl at me, Overlook Hotel-Jack Torrance-style because you have no hope that the snow glaciers in your parking lots will melt before June. I understand cabin fever.
I just need to lose three years worth of weight and cholesterol gain before I can feel springy. Literally.