Two acquaintances talking on the 5 Packard:
“Happy Spring!”
“Yeah, right. I’m just glad to see a few hours of sunlight.”
Actually, it was fairly warm today, once the sun rose high enough in the sky. The morning was pretty damn miserable, even though there wasn’t a cloud in the sky (or, I keep forgetting, because, not “even though”). But it got up in the high 40s and maybe low 50s in the late afternoon.
What AirBeagle would look like if he did a guest shot on South Park
(No, I don’t have a goatee in real life. I just thought it looked bitchin’. And I don’t always have a pissed-off look on my face either. Well, at least not all the time.)
Create your own character at the South Park Studios and let us know what you look like.
No, it’s not Michigan-related, but it was fun. Now, what do we call the South Park me?
That horrible sandpaper feeling in the back of the throat, endless post-nasal drip, a pseudoephedrine-induced sense of doped-up zombie lethargy all day long … yep, allergy season is definitely upon me. Yuck. This is why I can’t stand the spring.