If wishes were horses, I'd be riding them in golden fleece

I was late to work this morning because I spent the first 10 minutes in bed, trying to figure out how I could wear my pink fleece pants with yellow rubber duckies to work today. I actually tried to think of a medical condition that required both an elastic waistband and the warmth and softness of synthetic sheep.

I still maintain that if you could actually own up to explosive diarrhea--actually say the words--work will let you get away with anything. But I'm waiting until a sunny day and an afternoon Braves game before the old "I ate Indian for lunch" flares up.

No, I needed my pink fleece pants stamped with yellow rubber duckies because it is cold outside. It's mid-April in Atlanta and yesterday when I walked out with the boys for lunch, I stepped outside into snow flurries. In mid-April. In Atlanta.

And right on schedule, my father has the pool people coming out this week to open the pool for the summer.

**No fleece pants were worn during the writing of this blog post. Although there may have been a pause to reminisce about when the pants were still on this morning. I miss the duckies.**