I was sidelined for the first three weeks of April by a painful sinus infection and absolutely horrid weather, and since I don’t like to whine (hah! hahahaha!), I decided to keep my blog-mouth shut…but then this happened and this happened and this happened and suddenly I couldn’t find anything to complain about anymore.
You see, the weather here in the Pacific Northwest tends to be a little bit wet. You’d think that we would be used to it by now, but two months straight of rain can drive even the most hardened Washingtonian mental.
So why do we still live here? Well, once in a blue moon the raindrops stop dripping, the sun starts shining, and Washington becomes the most beautiful place the world has ever seen. Everyone promptly forgets about the preceding weeks of hell and flock outside to revive their vitamin D deficient bodies.
JK and I spent our day in Paradise smiling, relaxing, laughing, snoozing in the sun and taking in the views. JK was on skis while I trudged along on my slowshoes, but I think the luge run off Panorama Point is just as fun on ass as on skis.
Washington sure knows how to put on a show when she puts her mind to it.
*sorry, I couldn’t resist.