sneezes bless me

Sometime between the time I wrote last and now, the first day of spring happened and when it decided to come it brought pollen. Heaps and heaps. Is it like this every year? This much? This yellow??? I think I ask that every year.
But even with pollen and sneezing and nose blowing and ear popping, March has had bright points. One was that I found an old photo I'd lost. Another is the fact that I got to spend four days in Alabama for spring break. It wasn't really my spring break because I have spring break all year long now. But it was Graham and Whitney's, so we had coffee and adventures and got stranded and rode with strangers on their pontoon boat for an hour. We had Saint Patty's Day in Adamsville and I tried to find a four leaf clover to give Graham because he was sick. I thought it might help him. In the end, I couldn't even find a three leaf clover so I settled for a raggy looking weed and gave that to him instead. Also on Saint Patty's Day we had king cake which, I discovered tastes like goo and doughnuts. Oh! Another spring breakism of the season. Nertz. Have you ever played Nertz? It will fray your nerves the first couple of rounds and tire your brain and make you feel dizzy and just when you think you're getting the hang of it, it will be time to quit. So then you'll be haunted by the ghost of Nertz who will follow you and give you the most irresistible urge to play it, until you finally give in and go through the whole process again. WHO INVENTED NERTZ? I think I would love and abhor them. So that was the spring break of my march. It was amazing. So was the bar.b.que salad Graham bought for all of us at Greentop on Saturday. And P.F. Chang's. Ah. That was beyond good or scrumptious and then there's the whole atmosphere rating and that you have to factor in that scored high. Not as high as the food though. Oh man. That was good food. Our waiter had tattoos and muscles and could talk fast. Really fast. I felt like we needed to rewind and play in slow motion every time he came and left. He told us lots of cool stuff from his life, like being in the marines and his girlfriends and how much money he made. Which was a lot. While we were there, Caleb texted Graham and asked him to figure out how many thousand hockey pucks could fit in the bed of a certain truck so he worked it out in his mind and on his droid. Now, I don't know if we ever figured out why Caleb needed to know that but he did, for some reason. Happy March.



yes. a good looking boyfriend.




i include this because it is a classic. never fails. whenever we get pictures together almost half of them turn out being out of focus. i've grown somewhat attached to the look.





Even though Graham was sick, he still managed to function somewhat normally. This included messing up my hair.


Why do boys do that?