It’s March 21st and the temperature here in my little suburb of Buffalo, NY is… 81 degrees!!! (Sup, global warming?)

I’m absolutely loving the fact that I can wear dresses sans cardigans & tights… BUT… I truly hope this isn’t a sign of things to come for the summer. My lil’ rosebuds are due September 11th (yeah, I know…) and I am most definitely NOT looking forward to being the size of a beluga whale in 90-degree weather. No sir. And humidity… Don’t even get me started on humidity… Arrrghhhh!

But I digress…

I always feel guilty (foolish?) for staying indoors on days like these. I should be out taking in the sunshine, strolling through a park, hugging on some trees. Instead, I sleep super late, clean up the house, and veg on the sofa. Sad. But really, who wants to go out alone? Not this girl.

So today’s feeble attempt at enjoying the weather was to go sit on the porch in my bare feet, cold glass of water by my side, and blog away. I got as far as the front door, felt the heat pouring in through the glass, and said “eff that noise”. Yeah, I’m a wuss.

Now here i sit, on my comfy couch, watching Maury prove that Jordan is NOT THE BABY’S FATHER! (I know, I use my time very wisely!) But as everyone keeps reminding me, I need to cherish lazy days like this. Come the end of summer, they will be few and far between. (So fear not, Judge Judy, I’m not leaving you yet…)