Friday Yackity Yack

I really don't have much to say today.  It is Friday, I got paid, I have the day off, and I've already got supper planned for tonight.  Chicken piccata and a salad.  I have bags of lettuce in the fridge so Bud and I have to chow down and graze on spring mix and Italian mix for the next few days.  Really, I think they all have the same lettuce in them, but doesn't it make you feel oh so glam to eat a salad made with Italian Mix lettuces?  And spring mix is just wishful thinking.  If I eat this stuff, warmer weather  will come that much quicker. If I eat 5 bags of it this week, tulips will spring spontaneously from the ground, birds will sing, and rabbits will greet me when I step outside.  If I see an old woman with an apple, I will run back inside and lock the door. Unless it's a Granny Smith apple; then, well, I may have to stop and nibble.  


 It's supposed to get up to 40 next week--holy crap!  The highs of 8 and lows of -5 for the past few weeks have sucked all the life out of everyone in Iowa.  I can't wait to see the mounds of snow melt.  I know there will be those people who think bare feet and sandals will be just fine--idiots.  Come on, it's February in Iowa, people!  No where does it say it's okay to break out the summer gear this early in the year.  Enjoy being a sloth for another month or two.  When it warms up, we will all be shot out of our homes by slingshots and forced to work in our yards and *gasp* ride our bikes and run outside.  Then you can wear your shorts and sandals.  Until then, just keep those un-manicured tootsies covered.  I really don't want to see them.  


Alright, I'm prying myself out of the chair to drive down to the Y and ride the bike.  And maybe run.  What's your Friday fun?  I bet I can top it--I get to fold laundry and put it away.  My body is shaking with excitement.