Here's another picture of him because of course I can't get enough.
Isn't he perfect? My heart practically stops beating just looking at him. Good lord- anyone reading this blog lately wouldn't know I was a married woman. Keep it together Sara! Phew- I thought I was losing complete control there, but I think I got a handle on myself. Maybe.
Anyways- so I'm really frustrated that spring really isn't here yet. It's been cold, windy and wet. I'm sick of it. If I wanted this weather, I'd be in Seattle. I'm not. Instead, I'm in Wisconsin and it sucks. My body is going through serious sunlight withdrawls. I now know why tanning is so big up here. Nobody really wants to look like a carrot or wrinkly sweet potato- but it's lack of sunlight. It's killing me. The fact I'm debating on even going to a tanning bed, knowing full well I'm going to fry like an albino on the equator says something. Skin cancer doesn't phase me. I can get things removed. Which will look just swell when I'm older, but I'm hoping that I have enough saggy skin to hide any scars. :) I've already given up my jacket. Once I do that- mentally I think I'm forcing warmer weather to come. And I'm angry at myself as I'm driving to work with no jacket and it's only 33 (if I'm lucky) outside.
Oh jesus. I wish I could keep writing but now I get to go clean up cat puke. Again. Next time I'll write about the downside to having a cat with allergies and self image issues. I'm wondering if my cat is bulimic or something. Gross.