Well Anne, I have to disagree. Admittedly, the weather this week hasn't been too bad, but after three straight days of cold rain, last Friday I looked at the attorney I share an office with and said, "Well, it's official. I'm going to be in a bad mood until May."
On my way home from work I remembered that I didn't have a dinner plan, so I crossed my fingers that there was a frozen pizza in the freezer, or at least a few stray hot dogs in the back of the fridge.
When I got home, I immediately changed into my warmest clothes, and just as I was grumpily wrapping myself in a quilt, Matt walked in the door with two bags from the grocery store and told me not to come into the kitchen until dinner was finished.
Don't have to tell me twice.
And a little while later he served salmon with a honey dijon reduction, a salad, and fresh asparagus. And then for dessert, homemade crab dip and Fritos.
Now that is my kind of dessert. I'm not a cake person, not even on my birthday. Stick a candle in a bowl of Doritos and I'm a happy girl.
We did some (rainy) house hunting this weekend. We still haven't picked one, but there are some prospects and I've been thinking about paint colors for weeks. In fact, in a moment of unbridled home improvement enthusiasm tonight, I declared myself Captain of the Paint Patrol.
Listen. No one was more shocked than I was when those words came out of my mouth. I painted my bedroom a lovely shade of sea foam green when I was in ninth grade, but since then the only thing I've painted is my nails.
On a semi-weekly basis.
It's like I've been training for 13 years to paint a house.
On Monday I woke up to not only some sun, but also a notification from Facebook that Michelle and I had been Facebook friends for nine years.
Nine years and just as humble as ever.
My very first memory of Michelle is from freshman year of college. I was in her dorm room and she was raving about this new calendar she got that was keeping her so organized and on track. I was so inspired by her organizational breakthrough that I asked if I could see it. She pulled it off the wall to show me, and there was only one thing written on that calendar, a standing appointment every Monday from 8-10. It said, "The Bachelor."
Facebook put together a little collage of our friendship, and the pictures on my page were of both of us. At my wedding. Down the shore.
Riding posing on a bicycle built for two we found in the shed at Matt's family's beach house.
And then Michelle sent the pictures from her collage. And aside from two pictures of our apartment, they are all pictures of me.
Me at my wedding.
Me holding Michelle's niece.
Me putting the star on the Christmas tree.
It's like Michelle is my personal paparazzi.
I can only hope she's available when we buy a house to come and photograph me in my role as Captain of the Paint Patrol.
I'll try to schedule the painting sessions around the Bachelor.