The talking heads will spend the weekend debating the sequester, crisis governance, and partisan gridlock. But I am thinking about cherry blossoms and warm weather. I am sick of winter hats, wool coats, and grey skies. I want to arrive home before dark. I want to wear sandals and white pants.
Nate has been trying to will the weather warm by refusing to wear a winter jacket. He determined (correctly) that there is a correlative relationship between warm weather and warm weather attire. His faulty logic aside, we are ready for spring. Because I am me, I put my feelings (about the weather, not the sequester) on cookies.
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