Celebrating Spring Break in Seventeen Degrees

Later this morning, my children and I leave for Colorado Springs. I have promised local friends and family to hate every minute of it.

However, I am looking forward to mountain air that doesn't include unreasonably high counts of nonstop-sneeze-inducing oak pollen. I'd like to breathe through my nose. For a change.

Two or three relatives, a life-long friend, and one husband want us to move out there. I feel an enormous amount of pressure riding on this visit. Still. That means everyone will be on their best behavior, right? I mean, no one wants to aggravate me and cause us to stay in Florida. Hopefully, I can use this to my advantage. I'm anticipating a daily show entitled: "Wouldn't You Love Living Here?" Translation: zero 'tude for seven glorious days. I'll hold out for free babysitting and booze, gourmet vegetarian meals, and evening bubble baths before I even crack a smile. Good times.

Let's see; what else am I excited about? Oh right! Husband doesn't require batteries. 'Nuff said.

Becky called to say three inches of snow fell yesterday, but it's real pretty. Of course, she has about nineteen fireplaces - at least I'll stay warm.

*sigh*

Longjohns are so not sexy.