So, it's March in Manitoba. And I was thinking all sorts of dark thoughts this morning, after sleeping in, missing my shower, and stumbling past the drafty front door that was blasting sub-human temperatures at my tender toesies as I passed by. March always does this to us- mocks us that winter will never never ever end.
I thought about hot coffee overdosing while watching "Martha Speaks" for an entire ten hour day. I thought about wearing the same corduroy pants until spring, just so I'd not have to get wet and cold, knowing that it's minus thirty-four outdoors.
But then I remembered this really large tote bag that I put together last week, and how perfect it would be for towels, chips, and a bathing suit slung over your shoulder on your way to the beach.
Yes, the beach.
Because, by golly, even in our province, summer will come. It will be PLUS thirty, and not MINUS thirty. And we'll go to the beach again. Really.
Tomorrow will be Lettuce day, and it's no ten-bucker. This woman puts a lot of time and effort and intricacy into her work.
The bidding will go until 8 pm, cst. Tomorrow's bag will have a longer bidding period.
Now, go change your pants, get off the couch, and get packing for the beach; because winter is so not the boss of you.