... and with it brings the legions of inappropriate short wearers. You know what I'm talking about. Yes, it's been a horrible winter. Yes, we've all been cooped up and covered with sweaters and clunky boots for months. I've been aching for sun and warmth just as much, if not more so, as the rest of the country. But this does not mean that we're ready to whip out the shorts and flip flops yet. Maybe I'm jumpy, nervy. I feel like if we whip out summer wear right now, the gods will smite us and hit us with another ridiculous blizzard. Let's not anger the weather gods people... for they have proven that they are vengeful. Especially this year.
On a totally unrelated note... has anyone seen the commercial for Uncle Majic, the hip hop magician? I am beyond tempted to hire him for my next major event.
www.hiphopmagician.com
How campy. I don't want to put the cart before the horse... I mean I'm not engaged... yet (glares in Jim's direction) But I'm thinking he would be great at a wedding. Who wouldn't love a hip hop magician.
Alright kids, it's too gorgeous out to spend too much time on the comp. I'm gonna go outside and not wear shorts.
Sincerely,
A pasty white girl
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