Last week, when temperatures hit the 60s in DC, I knew I was falling into a trap. But now I’ve had a taste of early spring and I am officially over winter. Being a March baby, my birthday is always unpredictable, weather-wise. My fourth birthday party at Discovery zone was almost canceled for a blizzard and I spent my 21st day-drinking around Georgetown in 80 degrees.
Full disclosure, I’m writing this post on a Friday, and as of now we might get snow on Sunday but I am ready for sunshine, patio hangs, and bare legs. I’m ready for sweet, light scents and all of the colors. Let’s get this party started, that groundhog be damned. Catch me outside as much as possible. Now… if only we can get the weather to cooperate consistantly.