While my titles could be improved, this one is undeniably accurate, especially on closer inspection of the following material. First off, since I always miss it or can never remember it, today was the first day the grass looked green and there were visible buds on the trees. Yes, this means spring, or at least it’s flowery foundations, is (are?) firmly upon us. Looks like Monday the 18th (with a projected high of 71) will be our top day in the next 10. I will be rollerblading on that day, yes I will (and hope for company).
Last week, I received my early birthday present from Mykala - which was a replacement huge giant sack of foam from Corduroys! If you recall, my old one was ‘destroyed’ (she learned at the store that they would have replaced the ruined foam inside for only like 70 dollars) in January. I have a much better color now (“flight blue”), plus a bright blue footstool (wihch is fantastic, makes it feel like a huge recliner), and a kick-butt/booty pillow with squares of flight blue and khaki. This gift rocks, comfortable sitting style. I meticulously washed, fluffed, and taped-off the lint (a process involving wrapping tape around one’s fingers and then poking the cover like you have ADHD); and discovered it was all worth it: it shines like a foamy beacon in my room now. Dan (of third floor fame) ran up here to deliver milk and declared this sack of foam at least 50% more comfortable than the previous large sack of foam (!). Excuse the creepy picture of me, shown below.
I learned that some nice car washes have this awesome multi-colored foam/wax type substance which they shower your car with - it smells sort of like cherries. I wanted to get out and taste some but Mykala stopped me. Actually, that’s not true - it was the other way around. Ok, that’s not true either, but it did smell really good.
This weekend, I had the privilege of going to a dance competition, and seeing it from the set up at the beginning to the tear down at the end. I really enjoyed myself, to tell you the truth, and the whole experience simultaneously entertained me and made me wish I was more flexible. I was known as the boy with the “fluffy hair.” Hair length is well over 5 inches at last measurement - God help me if I start it on fire.
The above was snapped in Target - during a search for a sock accessory to one dance’s costumes. See, the girls needed (and continue to need) (and oh, boys are a rarity amongst dancers … which I think is strange) long socks with two horizontal stripes at the top. Everyone has seen them at one time or another, no one can find them. The sock search has been, however, an entertaining one, and I look forward to the next costume-piece-goose-chase in my future. Top hats? Moon boots? Michael Jackson gloves? “Ziegfeld Follies” style feathery crests? You’ll just have to wait and see.
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