Twelve Days

In December we sing a song about the twelve days of Christmas. If I were a lyricist I would write a song about what currently brings me joy-

THE TWELVE DAYS UNTIL DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME!!!!

Yes, that's right, it's the most wonderful time of the year. Nothing says spring time like being blinded at the dinner table because the sun is still high in the sky. Living in SoCal, we don't really have crocus coming up through the melting snow, or robins returning. On my street, we don't even have tulips blooming, because my neighbor, get this, has tulips all year in their garden. How is this possible, even in sunny California? BECAUSE THEY ARE PLASTIC. They have real flowers too, but one bed in their yard is all plastic flowers. Weird. But I digress.

Mark your calendar and sing a little song, break out your Cobians and get a new beach umbrella at Costco, cause spring is almost here!

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Ashley said…
Let there be light! I too am counting down the days!
March 5, 2009 at 10:40 AM
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