29 is too old for zits. Just don't think the 1 as big as a dime resting on my chin has gotten the memo. Answering the phone at work today was brutal.
March 30 is too late for snow. Of any sort, really. I don't care that it didn't lay on the ground, I was freezing all day thanks to winter forgetting it's over & not beginning.
I am ready to show off my bare legs. This girl loves tights. I have a growing collection & think they are more comfortable than pants. But I could be wearing cute spring outfits & adorable shoes. Yet I'm not because apparently March 30th isn't too late for snow & half of this year's tight collection now has runners & holes. Bring on Spring, please.
Here's to zitless tomorrows that warm us inside & out, lovelies.