Those of you not familiar with the Mid-winter thaw that some of us Midwesterners LIVE for know not of what I speak.
HOORAY FOR THE MELTING SNOW AND TROPICAL HEAT!!
It was almost balmy today - 38 degrees I think. The snow got all sloppy and slushy. Things began dripping off the roofs and down the gutters. I say things, because who knows what lies beneath the frozen snow all these months.
It was glorious. The sun shone so bright and warm that we opened the front door to the porch and read on the nearly forgotten summer reading couch.
We watched as the college boys next door flitted about in their burmudas and t-shirts like they were on some tawdry Spring Break beach - beers firmly nestled in chapped and chilly hands.
There was no fighting in our home today. We all did happy little dances around the dusty Saturday house in our slippers and happy hats! I dug out my long abandoned sunglasses, and then...
Guess how I celebrated? Go on, guess.
I scooped up slurpy dog poop!
Little known fact: Frozen dog poop thaws to the consistency of melted chocolate. So, the choice is chisel the frozen stuff out of the ice crusted snow or wait until a thaw...
And now, as I close the house for the second half of winter, I gaze across the rusty chocolate stained snow covered lawn and know that it was a good day!
Ahhh. Melty goodness!