Finally, a nice, sunny, springlike day.
We can all stop kicking puppies and throwing telephones at unsuspecting sales clerks and blaming it on our seasonal affective disorder. We can put away our woolies and snowsuits and boots and drag out the SPF 100 and flip flops. We can forage for the grill in the garage and have that discount hot dog and 'possum sausage BBQ we've been dying to host.
Sweet, sweet spring.
Now we can absorb all of the beauty and wonderment that the world has to offer, like this pretty red birdie.
"Hey hey red birdie! Tweet, tweet!"
And then...we can snap back to reality, look down and see the disgusting river of garbage that has been freed from its snow prison all these months.
"Bah! I'm done with this toothpaste! Where should I put the box? Hmmm...I know! I'll set it adrift on this river of runoff so that it may be reunited with its cardboard brethren someday in cardboard heaven. Bye-bye, sweet Colgate. Take Mr. coffee cup with you and Send pictures!"
I was totally looking for my rubber gloves and here they are! Sanitary, schmanitary. I've got some probing to do.