Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Thomas likes to stand up while I hold one of his hands. Then he likes to grab my other hand and start walking backwards. 

He does not like to walk forwards. In fact I think he's scared of it. 

Utah and I are usually good friends (hand holding, skipping down the street together kinds of friends). Spring snowstorms happen to be one of my favorite things. But even I can admit that snow the week of memorial day is backwards. 

Since apparently holding hands with me makes you backwards, Utah and I will now break up and stop holding hands for the sake of everybody else in the state who is ready for summer. 

But don't you come whining to me when it's 90 degrees tomorrow, your power bills comes (and you have to get a second mortgage) and the pool still isn't open OK? You wanted summer, and I have a sneaking suspicion you're gonna get summer. 



  1. I won't come whining to you.

    He really walks backwards? Can't wait to see!

  2. I save all whining for October through March. Or April. Or May. Whatever.


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