Does mine skin deceive me, or has winter finally loosened her half-nelson from our necks and let spring arrive!?!? Because it was absolutely GOR-jus outside today. Sure, it was raining, and it's probably going to rain the whole weekend, but you know what? That doesn't matter, because it's FREAKING WARM! Got the window in by bedroom wide open, the breeze is nice and mellow ... awwwww yeah, it's ALL good up in here.

Except, of course, for the fact that, with reverence and apologies to Dooce, my ovaries are hungry.

Good Lord! nothing has been safe in my crib the past couple days. I mean, I've already gone through a whole pack of string cheese and, like, 11 "steak" and cheese Ole taquitos (you know, the kind you stick in the microwave) over the past three days, not to mention a whole bag of raisins. Oh, and the 12-pack of Michelob Ultra? There's two left. It's a good thing I haven't made a toona-noona yet (aka tuna casserole), because there's not doubt I'd put the whole thing down. Fortunately, I'm not one of those people who craves chocolate during PMS; unfortunately, I'm more likely to crave fried cheese. Or pizza. Or Club Chalupas, which, thank God, are no longer being offered. Sometimes I'll crave green fettucine with marinara, but that hasn't happened in awhile. But the double chin I was bitching about in my driver's license picture? It's not just the picture anymore. Here's hoping that that's just water bloat ...

But yeah, I'm getting the Fever in the worst way. There's nothing more perfect than to have your window open at night, light cool breeze kissing your face, and your linens nice and cold. Yum, yum, yum.