Anyone sick of winter yet? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?
*raising hand*
Granted we’re only halfway into the first month of the new year, but now that the holidays are over I have no more use for the snow or this weather. It's cold. It’s gray. It’s blah. It’s non-motivating. And how’s a girl supposed to take captivating outdoor photos?
After my little jaunt over the river and through the woods, try as I might, I just could not get warm. I took a hot steamy shower, donned layers of cashmere and the afghan Mom made me years ago, parked next to the inferno roaring in my fireplace, and downed copious amounts of hot spiced cider like there’s no tomorrow … while the thermostat was pushing 74. So why are my teeth still chattering? Even my menopausal hot flashes aren’t doing the trick.
Let’s try this:
Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun.
Please shine down on me.
Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun.
Hiding behind a tree.
These little children are asking you.
To please come out so we can play with you.
Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun.
Please shine down on,
Please shine down on,
Please shine down on me!
Or should I be more worried that I actually know the lyrics to a Barney song?
Sixty-three more days until spring arrives. *heavy sigh* Tell me again why I live in Michigan …
1 comment:
You live in Michigan because I'm here and you can't live without me.
Barney songs are like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget. (I'm so sorry I subjected you to them.)
And for the record, I did the hand gestures (the actual Barney ones, not the vulgar ones)to Mr. Sun in hopes it will help to bring the sun out.
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