Friday, March 28, 2008

Dear March: You Suck. Love, Jess

Yesterday it was forty-five degrees. I wore a pencil skirt to work. Kicky heels, too! I was festive as all get-out. But then this morning when I woke up, this was the scene outside my window:


This is one of the reasons I went to the travel agent today and said, "Get me to Bermuda. Fast." And I was so, so serious.


Jason said...

I know how you feel. Yesterday I saw a bank sign that read 90 degrees. I bet today it didn't get above 65.


Jess said...

You suck, Jason. You such a lot.

Jess said...

I mean SUCK a lot.

Anne said...

you know jess, there are plenty of beaches in San Diego.

Jess said...

That WOULD be fun, AMR! I wish I could pack up right now and come on over.