Today is January 6th
It is 45 degrees F outside.
I just brought Wanda in from a looooooonnnnngggg walk.
Now I am working outside.
I am not shoveling.
I am working in the dirt. Not snow. Dirt. Cutting back vegetation that I didn't cut back in October due to my rotator cuff wackiness.
My boys are playing tackle football.
My girls are a Roller Skating Taxi Service for Unicorns (love that Hatfield creates these games for Hatfield.)
I feel like I died and gone to Heaven.
Did I mention that it's January 6th? And I'm in Wisconsin?