Spring Fever

Last weekend was the most tantilizing taste of Spring. 50° and sunny most of weekend, we got OUT of the cabin for the first time in 2015. Daisy basically steals the dog show no matter where we go or what we're doing, so if you ever take her for a walk, be prepared to be invisible. In a good way. Also, I was WAY pumped for the semi-warmth because it meant the return of one of my favorite traditions -- Square Donuts for breakfast! Eep!! Oh, and then because we like to pretend we're rich mallards who roll around on stacks of coins like Mr. Scrooge, we rounded out the weekend with yet another meal date of Bazbeaux Pizza. I forget what my pizza was called but it had goat cheese and tasted even better cold the next day. WIN. All of that eating was supposed to be in preparation of the Seven Mile Run That Never Was. Let's put it this way, I'll be wearing leggings a bit more often the rest of the week because my pants shrunk a half-size after this delicious weekend o' eating all the things. Also, COME TO ME, SPRIZZ-ING! I think I'm actually going to try to get a tan this year. Won't be young, wrinkle-free, and with zero vericose veins foreva, you know. Is it Wednesday? Uggh. That means I'll be running AGAIN this evening. Wish me luck...