You know what they say, When the sun comes out so do the...

So to get Jackers out of the house we plopped him and Millie into our neighbors wagon and went for a walk. The first half went great. Nice spring weather, birds chirping, Millie not trying to climb out. Then we made it to the park. Where we encounter the clan of emos. By the way, what do they do in the winter? Huddle together in their basements and trade each other their black turtleneck for the other's black bandanna? Anyways, so here they are no older than sixteen just staring at us and our two kids, emotionless, all while smoking their cigarettes. I just wanted to give them a hug and a scolding and then go punch their mothers right in the nose.

Then we walk a little further where some dads and kids had come to hit some balls in the baseball field. What is wrong with this? Well the douche bag up to bat could hit the ball. So good it kept flying into the playground where the kids where mad dashing to hide under anything solid. And Chris and I are like, "Where are we?" And one dad's like, "Aawwwee you just about took Johnny's head off! Niiice!" I guess they are their kids. And when Jack goes to school with poor little Johnny next year and asks why he doesn't talk much I will say, "It's because Johnny's dad is a complete moron, Jack."

Then we get to our POTD. What is a POTD you ask? A few years ago I was like, "Chris there goes our person of the day!" So now wherever we go we always find one. It can be a guy in his fifties wearing a navy sweatshirt with a giant picture of a wolf head on it tucked into his khaki slacks with loafers. Or a bald man with a gray beard riding a kids BMX bike. People like that. I know you all do something similar because my friend was just telling me about her airport experience today. So yesterday it just so happened to be the nicest old woman. Walking I hear Chris whisper, "POTD. POTD." And I was like, YES IT IS. She told us how adorable our kids were. She could be my grandma or yours, if she had CORAL for hair. Not red. Not orange. Coral. And it was fluffed and sprayed so high and well, it actually could have been a piece of coral in an aquarium.

So bring on summer. I'm going to need some more people like Mrs. Coral to make me smile over the next four weeks. Five days down, four weeks to go.