in spring a young woman's fancy turns to ....

I’m sorry, but no…I’m just not ready for spring. I know it’s lovely and all, this perfect 70 degree weather – the sun, the flowers, the warm and crisp air. But again, no. I feel very robbed of my beloved winter. We had an Indian summer and now this?

I’m being cheated out of weeks of prime sweater and coat weather – of hot chocolate nights, of roaring fires, of enjoying the last few toasty moments in bed, surrounded by Cory and the cats before everything must turn to ice. I love those last few toasty moments and now they just feel so-so because the rest of the house? Not so icy. I mean, really. It's still early February. This is just wrong. Grrrrr.

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I was out late last night and when I got home decided to skim through the Grammys…but they were so boring that I only made it just past the Sly all-star jam….which, from what I’ve heard was maybe the most interesting part of the whole show, what with his early exit and all…though I must say Madonna looks absolutely fabulous…carefully preserved perhaps, but ab-fab nonetheless.

And now for a public service announcement:

Friday night at Old Ironsides: The Haints, Baby Grand and Dan Janisch…come see Cory play with all three bands…buy the hard-working fella a drink, why don’t you? I’ll have to leave early cuz I have to be in SF the next day at 10:30-freaking-a.m., so someone needs to watch out for him in my place….

thank you --oh and also, I'm on a major Dressy Bessy tear lately...I blame it on the early spring...

coming up: one-minute movie reviews because that's seriously all I've been doing lately - watching movies. For work. For reals.