Please, grow for me.

It feels like spring around Massachusetts.  Although the crisp bite of winter lingers, it's touched with more sunshine and the overall spring fever feeling.  It's a great feeling, this renewal of the seasons that happens each year.  Many people who have lived in New England have pondered the idea of being able to live elsewhere, where the seasonal weather isn't as cyclical.  Although I'm not a fan of the crowded ambiance of this area and the high cost of living, I would also miss the seasons (click here to read my poem). 

It felt like spring when I took this.

Speaking of the transition in seasons, at work, they put out the poinsettias from the holidays and we were able to take them home.I took the last one home and it was skimp and dry.  It didn't look healthy. 

I do think he's so cute.  I didn't make this; I ganked it off of the internet. 

Now, it's turned into Audrey II and I need to get it a bigger pot.  I'm hoping I don't end up having to pinprick my fingers to keep it alive like Seymour did.   

Feed me!

In other news, my dog (whose voice sounds like Lumbergh when he's trying to convince someone to do something) is getting better and is able to fight to get his resting, comfy bed back from the haunches of a tiny, pushy kitty.

Yeah, I'm gonna need you to go ahead and get up and move somewhere else.  I'm also gonna need you to come in on Saturday.

Sometimes, I guess one needs to have a My 600lb Life marathon and do laundry.  I can explain one away by the fact that I cannot live in filth and society dictates that I need to be clothed and cleaned and what not.  The other I cannot explain. 

Also, soda (or tonic as we used to colloquially call it) is horrible and I (and most people I know) do not drink it regularly.  However, a word of caution when drinking water: fish fuck in it.  I'm just saying.  

Oh Dory, honey, he ain't coming back and he ain't gonna call,.  Be strong.,girl. There's other fish in the sea.