I think all of NOVA is feeling pretty ripped off right about now. Just two days away from spring, and we woke up to more snow on the ground this morning. We were teased with a couple of days that broke 60 degrees, and we danced outside in the steaming sunlight, joy filling our winter-throttled hearts once more. It all sounds so dramatic I know, but it is dramatic to wake up to snow on March 18th.
Monday was Monday - in the way that Mondays are best. It culminated with running into the grocery store after work, through what had disintegrated into a cold, drippy rain, only to realize the grocery list was still in the car. There was deliberation about whether to go on...but it was needed. Back into the rain. Through the parking lot, the puddles...dug through the car, there it is. I put in in my coat pocket with my keys and journeyed back in to the store where I had left my buggy. (I do call them buggies.) A reach back into the pocket, and the list was not there. Apparently it just wasn't meant to be. Time to jog the memory. I would have retrieved it from the puddle on the way back to the car if I weren't battling an arm of grocery bags, the car keys, an open umbrella, and the Harris Teeter store-front traffic jam.
Back home, the groceries unpacked, the debate about whether or not to go to the gym. We went. It was a good decision. Something about pumping the iron just beats the Monday right out of ya. Another great thing is that the gym is right next to Whole Foods, which we went in for the first time last week and discovered they have delicious individual desserts in a fridge next to a checkout line. We came down the stairs at the gym and Levi pulled me aside into a dark corner and whispered in my ear. Wanna go get a dessert from Whole Foods for tonight?
My face lit up like July. Like fireworks in July, like the sunshine in July, like everything there is to love about July. We scampered through the rain and into Whole Foods, where we (I) kept seeing yummy things as we walked by. Want to try it?, he asked. Just try it. Let's get it. Ok! Walking towards the dessert cooler, somehow we landed in the ice cream aisle. Girl: MMMMMMM. Boy: We could get that instead of a dessert. Girl: But I don't think I want it more than a dessert. Boy (opening the door): Then we can get it with a dessert. Because it's okay to make it extra special sometimes. There was something else on the way to the dessert cooler. We got that too. And finally, a dessert.
We kissed at the register, and paid $21.07. Thinking about how we're supposed to avoid walking in grocery stores and spending random sets of $21.07's only lasted a tiny second, because those words were still ringing. It's okay to make it extra special sometimes.
$21.07 on the simple things just really hit the spot. Good riddance, Monday. And when those simple green sprouts finally decide to spring, we will say good riddance, Winter.
