and some of this:
While I danced all around my pumpkin jugs doing the happy-pumpkin-growing dance
I decided I might want to check on my charges, who were frolicking in the Spring weather with some other neighborhood children.
Imagine my surprise, when I found their footwear on our lawn [yes, our lawn is still that horribly gray and brown and dormant and in no way resembling the Spring grass that should be appearing any second now] in the lovely 46 degree weather. I followed the happy noises.
HERE is what I found:
We're all just so thrilled there is no longer two feet of frozen precipitation on the ground, that we have momentarily forgotten how to dress appropriately for our climate.
But we're HAPPY.
(Then we came in and had some hot chocolate by the fire. The end.)