It’s snowing…..again.
I’m not a ‘snow hater’….not at all….after all….I was born and raised in Indiana!

But come on – it’s April. It’s April 6th…..or 7th….hell, I don’t know what time it is…or what day it is…..but I do know it’s April….as in “April showers…..blah blah blah….”

Snow makes me sleepy. It makes me feel woozy with thoughts of slumber…..long, restful, vacation like slumbers. Deep REM sleeps. Coma.

When it snows….I go into “lay on the couch and watch stupid tv and eat  junk food” mode.

Hmmmmmm…..

Maybe I needed one more snow day. That one last blast of winter. One more day of laziness. Snuggling on the couch with fleece blankets and fluffy  kittens piled on top. And how about a big “whoohooo” for an excuse to drink coffee all damn day. It’s friggin’ cold outside, eh?!

So like one last cry over a long, lost lover…..there is one last snow. (Better be the last damn snow until December!) I’ll not be a bitchy wannbe sandal wearer….I’ll be the chick on the couch…..fireplace a goin’……celebrity gossip magazines strewn everywhere…..coffee mug steaming…..woolly socks so soft and warm….

Damn….

Now I’m really starting to miss the idea of winter.

Maybe I will honestly shed a tear for another winter gone…..another season whipping by….zooming by at a fast, frothy pace — the days do seem to clip by faster with every year older that I get.

So I’ll enjoy this wintery spell….even though my phlox, hostas and iris’s will look like boiled cabbage when it’s all over….

It’s ok. Plants are resilient. And so am I. Especially after a good cry and a long nap!

I’m having one of those days.
Ya know….the kind of day that hits you about 8 days into the New Year.

You were all jazzed about the clean slate. Beginning a NEW frontier in your life. You’ll be better…the best version of YOU that there can be.

You were all psyched up about eating more healthy, exercising more, saving money, getting that novel started that you always wanted to write….

And then….
BOOM, BAM, BANG.

You wake up with some PMS chocolate cravings and try with all your might to subdue them with one little Hershey kiss – and then next thing you know there’s an empty package of Oreos on your desk and you’re ready to slide onto the couch and take a “tiny” little nap before the kids get home from school.

So much for exercise.

I swear…..the Oreos I BUY….they are speaking to me. They do little perky cheers and whisper sweet nothings.

Give me an E!
Give me an A!
Give me a T!

Give me an M!
And another E!!

What that spell??
EAT ME!

Say it again….
EAT ME!

Come on Kelly Eat Me!!

I’m Yummy!
I’m Your Friend!
Open Your Mouth…..and…
Let me IN!!!

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

And that novel – maybe I need more life experiences before I can write it. I’m ONLY 42!

And I’ll save some money when I win the lotto. That was my plan all along. I started out thinking I’d put the Publishers Clearing House winnings in a long term money mutual account – but dang, I never won. So….now I play the lotto….it’s a better financial plan for my future.

Yes….
It’s one of those days for me.

But don’t let me drag YOU down to the depths of Oreo crumbs and REM Sleep.

You keep on truckin.

However….I think you’re already the best version of YOU that there is