Today, we went outside! I KNOW! We haven't been outside for a year and a half, it seems. It really feels that long that I've been staring at the walls counting the seconds to spring (aka, July). We get a gasp of "fresh" air here and there getting out of the car and sprinting into the store, but by "fresh" I do mean "so icy cold you choke on it and almost die". So today? When the sun was out and it was nearly 40 degrees and I was miraculously able to locate two pairs of snowpants, four mittens, and two non-outgrown pairs of boots? Outside. The mistake I made was telling Bug we were going to go outside. He was up from his nap, I was trying to finish up with work, and he was beside me begging to do "sumfin fun". So I absentmindedly spilled the beans, then tacked on the disclaimer that we had to wait a little bit until his sister was up from her nap. Then, I went to the bathroom. BECAUSE I'M REAL DUMB. You all know what happened next, right? Obviously, he pounded up the stairs and down the hall and through Vivi's door. "BUBBITA! WE GOIN' OUTSIDE!" Gah. Vivi didn't share in his enthusiasm. #1: because she likes to sleep. #2: because she looked out her window and saw there was, indeed, still snow on the ground and gave her brother her very best "bitchplease" look. She got the Texas blood, I think.
And the dog? I think if he could talk he would've been all "OMG! YOU GUYS ARE OUTSIDE! THIS IS SO WEIRD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! HEY, OVER HERE! STICK! TREE! SNOW! OMGZZZZZZ!" He's very excitable. And also, he's never really seen us outside, because we got him and two seconds later it snowed and hibernation began. I don't know that I'd do a winter puppy again, poor boo.
So anywho, the fresh air did us all good. Except it (of course) gave me a bit of spring fever, recalling days of yore when we'd fling open the doors the moment nap time was over and greet daddy in the driveway and set up dinner on our patio table and sit out there until bedtime and it was so, so awesome. And the problem with even the tiniest touch of spring fever in January (well, let's call it February, just to be optimistic) is that it's only going to make you stir crazy(er) than you already are.
|one of us is happier than the other about this "outside" place.|
|her name is dora. because duh.|