Spring fever

You guys, there was another adopted baby in church on Sunday. It's like the church people knew that that would make my heart explode and they are just trying to kill me.

Anyway.

I feel so BLEAH today. I don't know what's wrong with me. We're going to break a record for sunshine and heat and I'm meeting a friend for thrift shopping and cocktails in a few hours, but I am in a horrid miserable mood. I'm tired and irritable and all I want to do is go home and watch a 'Foyle's War' in bed, because the last time I watched a 'Foyle's War' I cried all afternoon because it was incredibly, heart-wrenchingly sad and made me shake my fist at the Universe in angry grief. I feel like a bit of fist shaking today.

We painted our entry way orange (ORANGE) last weekend and everyone seems to like it. In fact, not one person has turned up his nose in disgust and likened it to pureed yams or anything like that, so I suppose that's to be celebrated. As is the fact that I used primer and remained self-possessed of excellent mental health during the entire process.

The church ladies were not horrified when I meekly informed them that my "theme" for the table I was coerced into hosting at the church lady tea party would somehow center around feather boas. This is good, because other people are dressing their tables around their pewter collections or their grandmother's china or angels or Spring and Flowers and if I had to have a theme like those I probably wouldn't make it through the party without throwing up three or four times. They do not yet know there will also be tiaras.

We are going on "vacation" over Memorial Day, which is drawing crazily near. (It's the MIDDLE OF MAY ALREADY?) I say "vacation" because we are flying to that hotbed of excitement, Cincinnati, Ohio, but it is the home of two of the three cutest boys in the universe and they are in dire need of story-reading, Wiggles-watching and tummy-raspberry-blowing from their Cool Aunt. (The third boy lives in Colorado and will be visiting ME this summer, be still my beating heart!)

We are also going on VACATION, real honest-to-God vacation vacation, in July. Internet, I have never been on vacation. I have run myself ragged across Europe. I have road tripped along the West Coast. I have gone without showering in China and insisted that 23 hours of our 24-hour layover in New York City include sight-seeing. I have never ever gone anywhere with the purpose of resting, but in July I will be wearing my just-arrived-from-the-J.Crew-warehouse swimsuit on a beach in Hawaii, sipping a mai tai and crossing everything off my 2006 reading list. I will come home with a TAN and a SUNNY DISPOSITION and a BALANCED LIFE PERSPECTIVE, three things of which I am in desperate need. I am so excited I can barely stand it.

(If you haven't caught on, this is my list of Good Things, my preferred way of self-cheering.)

Thinking about vacation makes me want to go to the airport. Okay, I kind of hate the airport and anything involving airplanes, but the actual place is kind of exciting. You're GOING somewhere. You're not doing what you've been doing the last week or weeks or months. It's different.

I think I need some different.