Still no spring here, non-Minnesota friends and loved ones. No sign of the sandbox. I think we're stuck. I've been on the lookout for Aslan or small boys eating Turkish Taffy.
Next week Big Daddy Brent and I are going to (ahem) Central Florida for a few days. You might have to think about that for a minute. We aren't taking any of the children, so I am purposely vague about this. Some people might think it strange that we would go to (ahem) Central Florida without the children, but I consider myself one of these people. Like (um) those people, I don't really want anyone to know about my habit. But as a faithful reader, you probably already did which is further proof that I have a problem and am in denial.
Next year. Next year we will go somewhere else. I just feel sure of it.
Well, we'll see. Let's not get too excited about it yet until we see the spring of this year.
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