Rain, Rain Go Away

I'm tired of the rain. My mother thinks it is incredibly romantic to walk hand in hand with the man of your dreams in the spring rain. I dare her to try to walk in the Oklahoma spring rain. The wind blowing a million miles an hour, the ice cold rain hitting you in the face like little ice bullets. Not romantic. At all.

Spring is supposed to be a time of looooovvveee, but I'm not feeling it. It's like the icy rain has crept into my heart and frozen the inner regions. Just kidding. Kinda.

My sister is getting married in May and so she is in the process of moving out. Today, she went dumpster diving for boxes. Did you know that some dumpsters have locks? The ones that don't have locks are really tall and that stupid rain ruined all the good big boxes that were in the little dumpsters. Rain bad.

I'm leaving the Bon Jovi pictures up and he can be the sunshine.

Amy