pining for spring

it’s time for spring now.

i’m sick of waking up to snow and clouds. i’m sick of scraping connie. i’m sick of wearing coats. they’re too hot when i’m in the store, and i’m too lazy to take them off in the store because then i just have to put it back on again.

there are only 16 days until my birfday. make it happen, will ya, mother nature?

in the meantime, i will dream of these:

and these

and wearing this cute little dress

and convincing you to get one of these with me

do come swiftly, springtime. i need you.