Here’s a dog with a turtle on his head.
Cause it’s much cooler than a bunny with a pancake on it’s head.
He’s quite secure in his manliness.
Yes, that is my dog. On my pink yoga mat. It’s really nice of him to share it with me…
Spring has sprung!
Or at least, is in the very recognizable process of springing. Some of the signs so far:
Daylight Savings Time goes into effect tonight.
Preseason Padres games
World Baseball Classic
Mud
Everyone washing their car on Saturday morning. Including that guy that insists on starting at 7 AM. With the ShopVac.
Robins!
Crocuses
Assembling of new barbecue grills.
Not having to use my shirt as a kleenex when I take the dog for a walk or go for a run.
Chicken salad (It’s just not a good winter dish.)
Being able to leave the back door open so the dog can come and go as he pleases. And having to point out to him that the door is already open and he doesn’t need a personal escort.
The horror of realizing that soon you will *not* be wearing 4 layers outdoors and trying to jam yourself into a swimsuit.
You’ll have to excuse me, I need to get to the gym…
Just a tip…
If you exercise regularly (or even not so regularly) you may know that a really good workout can leave you in a happy-sleepy-euphoric state. (Especially if there is swimming involved, at least for me.)
Now, if it is a late evening workout, there’s nothing wrong if you decide to pop by the pub on the way home for a pint and a to-go order of wings, especially since you’re probably not feeling like whipping up a hot recovery snack when you get back to the old homestead.
Just keep in mind that no amount of happy-sleepy-post-exercise-euphoria can make your chapped lips withstand hot wings…
I’d write more, but I have to go drink a quart of milk and slather a block of lard on my lips and hope the pain stops in the next 24 hours or so.