The flower of Midlife sifted through faith, family and heaping helping of southern fried chicken.

 

I filed a complaint. 

Master groundperson, you put yourself out as an expert causing thousands of Morgan Country residents to actually think about cleaning some drawer space for shorts and t-shirts. (Or  boxing up some of the colder weather play clothes so you can find the shorts and t-shirts in the bottoms of the crammed drawers you never put up last fall.) 

February 2. It was CLOUDY in Madtown. A reasonable woman as myself (Well, when I’m not in the down-slide to hormonal hell-part of my cycle), would have concluded you did not see a shadow. 

Conclusion. Spring in six weeks. 

March 2, four weeks later, I sit watching a very wet snow falling outside my window. 

This is a deal-breaker groundroundrodent! 

Yes, it is hard enough to get up every morning in the cold and step outside to walk the dog. This morning 4:20 a.m. I awake to the sound of rain… 

These steps were covered in all manner of pastel chalk yesterday. 

Yesterday when the sun shone, the wine flowed and I flirted with my sunroof. 

 

 

All gone.

All that chalk being tracked into the house yesterday started to peeve me. Now I yearn for pink and green puppy prints on our carpet. The mud returns.  

I dashed out of the car today at the gym at 6 a.m. (Well, 6:15 because an entire cup of coffee spilled on said floor as I was leaving house). This is what I saw. 

I did Emily Buck’s cardio-interval class this morning in my L.L.Bean lumberjack boots. My shins are joining the class action suit as well.  

When will the insanity end?

Oh Groundperson, I’ve got a very big shovel. Don’t make me use it.

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