So, since it's an uncharacteristically warm February 6th at a whopping 65 degrees, the wife just called and suggested that we pretend it's summertime out and BBQ for dinner. I'm so excited, I can't contain myself.
I hate the godforsaken winter and I would like to kick the person who invented it. This weather is great. However, it's probably an awful tease and I'll most likely be freezing again by the weekend, but a girl can dream, can't she?
So, I'll go into serious pretend mode. My wife will be whipping up something culinarily delicious, I'll pop my speakers in the window and blast me some good old Jack Johnson, while sippin a nice cold beer and imagine I'm somewhere else. Somewhere NOT staten island.
Wish me luck.
PS and off topic: I'm going to make a valiant effort to start posting more and get what's in my brain, out. It needs to go somewhere!