Spring Break Not So Springy
As I write this I am huddled beneath a pile of blankets next to the space heater wondering what part of this whole activity is supposed to resemble the spring break that I had envisioned a few weeks ago.
It's not spring break; not when it snows. Luckily, Grandma came in to the picture and offered to watch her grandsons tomorrow so I can, for one fleeting day, parade around town in a way that would resemble a man trying to take advantage of a week off of work.
It's not spring break; not when it snows. Luckily, Grandma came in to the picture and offered to watch her grandsons tomorrow so I can, for one fleeting day, parade around town in a way that would resemble a man trying to take advantage of a week off of work.





