Day 4: It’s Supposed to be March?

Last night I spent the night at my parent’s house because I was puppy sitting, so I had packed clothes for work today. I woke up to a negative temperature outside and looked down at the capris I was sporting…hmm, something’s not right here.

Where is the sun and warmth? Isn’t March the month of Spring Break?! I’m dreading walking outside after I leave work this afternoon. All I’m dreaming of is a warm cup of tea waiting for me at home and snuggles with my dog.

It’s a Monday, okay?

7 thoughts on “Day 4: It’s Supposed to be March?

  1. Ha! Oh my gosh, this line: “I woke up to a negative temperature outside and looked down at the capris I was sporting…hmm, something’s not right here.” I can picture the feeling you create here– the big uh oh, and then the disgust with the cold. Love this small but wonderful slice! Thanks for sharing!

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  2. I agree with you although the sun did end up coming out here today. Although it was eight below. I am ready for spring too.

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  3. I’m starting to feel like I know your parent’s puppy!
    I’ll be many readers will relate to your slice today- the expectation of spring versus the reality 🙂 Capris? That single detail made it for me! You are an optimist 🙂

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  4. Funny that you bring this up. I’m up before the wife and kids, so I get to drink coffee alone in the morning, waiting for the sun. It was nice to see light earlier the last few days, like an old Folger’s commercial or something. Cue the cheesy 80s’ theme song. Then the record scratched as I got slapped in the face by that subzero wind. Sigh. Someone with connections to the groundhog needs to put in a word. Thank goodness it’s only Monday once this week.

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