MULLYGRUBS!
I think my cousin said it best, here.
The mullygrubs, man. I’ve got ‘em.
I can’t remember hating a winter as much as I’ve started to hate this one.
This weekend marks the beginning of March, what should bring with it thunderstorms, warm rain, and spring blossoms.
The high on Sunday?
9.
Mullygrubs.
I’ve been stuck in the house entirely too long. With nothing to look at besides walls, I’ve been plotting. Just ask D.
Me: Do you trust me to hang those curtains?
Him: No.
Me: Will you hang them?
Him: Yes.
Me: Soon?
Him: Yes.
Me: How about now?
And our poor dining room wall…. the one that has been waiting for a cow for almost a year now. I still can’t find a cow! But this morning I was looking through some old photos and I came across this one.
