Thank goodness. We have had so many boring and truly uninteresting things to do that I'm not even going to complain about it.
Gasp! I know ... me, not complain. OK, you're right, I probably will end up whinning but I'm gonna make a concerted effort to not.
The weather here is just gorgeous, sunny but not hot, breezy but not cold. Perfect.
Last night at 8 instead of giving Wee One her bath, we took the dog for a walk. It was too nice not to.
This spring has just been glorious.
As we walked around our neighborhood, I kept saying, "Look how beautiful everyone's yard looks."The roses, irises, dianthus, lilacs ... all blooming and carefully tended. I was stunned by the beauty of it.
I am so blessed. I have so much. I wish I were more satisified. I wish I would stop trying to have my cake and eat it, too — it's giving me a stomach ache.
P.S. I've written a column that is going to be published in the newspaper. You'll be able to read it Sunday morning here.
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