Last week was miserably cold, like it didn't get over 5 degrees for three days. We barely went outside, but we did go to the rec center to run around and we tried. Bur it really was awful.
This week has been GLORIOUS!
So, when my Weather Boyfriend (don't worry-Ben knows ALL about him) said we should all get out and enjoy the sun before the next snowstorm comes in, I knew he was right.
I told the girls we were going, and they didn't complain. So we almost didn't go because I feared they were having medical complications. Not to worry, though, the whining immediately started once we hit the trail so I knew they were just fine.
Nature is healing to the soul! In fact, I know how to stop WW3- Putin needs to go on a hike. Except it's too dang cold in Russia, no wonder he is Mr. Grumpy Pants.
He needs to move to Arizona. Not only will they welcome him with open arms and give him all the adulation he desperately craves, he will finally get some sun to melt his icy heart.
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