...like the daffodils that have been poking up in the warmest spot in my central upstate New York yard: over the septic tank. This sounds like some kind of optimist/Erma Bombeck joke, but I'll take it.
Yesterday was the first full-sun, clear-sky , mild-temperature day we've had since...hell, I don't remember anymore. Everyone stumbled into the light, squinting and smiling goofily at strangers.
Why does anyone live in this passive-aggressive climate?? What kind of self-loathing makes us groan and struggle through the winter so we can claw our way, grovelling and whimpering in appreciation, into a plain-vanilla, ho-hum Nice Day? I wasn't a bit surprised to wake this morning to the grim grey that devolved into rain. Of course. Would I expect two sunny days in a row? Yeah, no. What am I, stupid?
So while March slinks out like a wet dog, here's a trip down classic SNL memory lane. To life!