Going Down

I just had to admonish a woman in the elevator.

She was talking with her friend about the weather (which is teasingly lovely today) and said how she never gets into a Spring state of mind until April, because “there are just too many snow storms in March.”

“Shhhh,” I said. “Why would you even put that out to the universe?”

However, if the March snow should find its way here next month, I’d be happy for it to arrive between March 6 and 13, for I’ll be underwater in Belize, cavorting with boys and fishies, and exploring the blue hole.

I know, I suck. And apparently Mark blows.

Speaking of blowing, I’m seeing this boy tonight. I’m not sayin’ …