Have A Nice Day

I thought we were goners last week. 100 degrees in April. I gave up. I shoved all of my jeans to the back of the closet until, I figured, October and went to Marshall's to get a couple of summer dresses. But things turned around. There were several patio dinners, lots of sleeping with the windows opened nights, going to work and leaving Sully outside without feeling guilty. Today we're heading up to 59. 59 and rainy.

Boots. Now I need to find my boots.