WE. HAVE. GREEN.
Everywhere!
The trees are starting to leaf again.
The tiny little bluebells (at least, I think they’re bluebells…) are blue-belling their happy little selves out from the soil. Flowering shrubbery is finally living up to its name, and the birds are extremely relieved their seasons-senses didn’t actually betray them.
As an aside, I did see a robin standing in (to them) belly-deep white stuff a couple of weeks ago, glaring in the way that birds can glare with their black eyes, insisting (again, in the way that birds do) I – PERSONALLY – get rid of this white crap and dig out some tasty worms. I may have actually imagined the robin saying (in a chirpy voice, nonetheless) What. The. Actual. FUCK????
The slinky has officially started down the stairs in Wisconsin.
To celebrate, I looked at new shoes on Amazon, as I’m starting to feel the pavement a bit too keenly in my old pair. True to the power of their awesome algorithms, they’ve sent me this recommendation based on my browsing history:
Ok, I admit I looked at ladies shoes. Probably because that’s the style of plumbing I currently use within my body to handle liquid waste products. And, stereotypically, ladies wear makeup (although I do have a few friends who are decidedly male and slather on the war paint). But I’m dying to know how wandering through the shoe selection of Amazon results in skin care?
Honestly, I expected them to send me a recommendation for those stiletto-heeled, thigh-high, platform, patent pleather boots again.
Guess I’ll just be satisfied with this silly sign I saw in one of the downtown resale shops…