You can tell it’s spring in Michigan when snow still covers the ground and the thermometer reads 37°, but we’re all driving around with our windows rolled down.
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You can tell it’s spring in Michigan when snow still covers the ground and the thermometer reads 37°, but we’re all driving around with our windows rolled down.
That means ,”The Weekend” is not far away.
I really miss The Weekend when every female decides that they have been bundled up for too long and they all decide to get out of thier sweaters, long coats and pants and dress like women again,(skirts,shorts,blouses,etc.)
After a winter of bundled up people the view is like a fine steak and lobster dinner after a diet of hot dogs and tuna.
Kalifornian will never know the bliss of The Weekend.
Dennis
Ah yes, that’s a magical event… Especially when you work on a college campus
Disneyland,(the only thing that keeps me here until I can retire) is a very poor and far back second place.
sounds familiar – as soon as the temperature goes above 32° in Cleveland, everyone starts wearing shorts.
Breda,
Sorry, you just got part of my comment. the rest goes like this:
Breda, I know you can’t (won’t) tellus mere males, but what is the sooper sekrit way you women communicate which weekend is The Weekend?