It's the middle of May, and I'm wearing a sweatshirt. There is something seriously wrong here.
As I told my friend Mary the other day, the concept of a 'spring coat' is foreign to those of us who come from the South. Those two words don't even go together - shoot, most of us don't even have a serious winter coat because we know it will pass and we can go back to our flip-flops any day now. But here in New England, the spring coat is necessary. Three days ago, it was 81 and glorious and I was out walking Sam in my flip-flops. Today, the high is 59 and I'm in my flannel jammies. We were so hopeful - even put the AC in the windows last week - that it might be getting on spring. Poo on New England.
In other news, I'm singing a concert this weekend and meeting some German relatives that I've never met before. Should be exciting, and I'll get to practice my German with them. My Opa is still over in Germany, having the time of his life (at least that's how the pictures look) and I just wish that I could be there with him. So far my favorite picture is of him and my uncle standing in the drugstore holding up the German-packaged condoms. My parents go over in a week and a half and will be there for two or three weeks, I forget which. My mother called to tell me that while they're gone, I'm legally responsible for my brother. Our aunt Marie is the trustee of their estate, but as she's going to be in China, I get to be in the hot seat while they're gone.
Dear Brother - please do NOT stand near open flames, or ride in trucks with oversized wheels, or go on dates with icky gross girls who have redneck VD. Your sister does not need more wrinkles. You can do whatever you like when Mom and Dad get back in the country. Love, Shiksa.
Occasionally the boy reads my blog, so I'm interested to see if he'll respond :)
Going to finish my other paper (that's right, the other one) so I can take the husband shopping for job interview clothes this afternoon. Stay warm - I'm going to put on socks.
