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The howling wind swept the ozone away and brought clouds, hail, blue skies, rain, sun, and snow squalls past the windows--all in the course of an hour.

E-Grrrl, eager for some sort of celebration, hosted a family party to welcome spring. She used a three-ring binder to organize her ideas and make shopping and "to do" lists. Yesterday she helped me pull out all the pastel ceramic dishes and bowls I have featuring bunnies and flowers and everything bright and cheerful. (Go Fitz and Floyd!) She filled them with Fruitella candies and Belgian taffy, cut fruit, and home baked muffins. She hung streamers and set up craft centers where we all colored paper doilies, signed cards for Grandma, sketched spring scenes, wrote books, and made stick puppets. As they used to write on the society page of the local newspaper in Oklahoma, "A good time was had by all." (And anyone who did not have a good time does NOT get to be quoted, thank you very much.)

After the party, the boys headed off to the woods and I visited the computer to check my mail, read a few blogs, and debate whether or not I should order the charming but expensive Hanna Andersson PJs I'm longing for with every fiber of my sleep-loving, cotton-craving, cozy-Grrrl self. Sure they cost way more than I've ever paid for sleepwear, but I keep telling myself that they're worth it because I spend more time in PJs than any other item of clothing (shhh, don't tell anyone). Besides, my all-time favorites were purchased from Eddie Bauer almost ten years ago, so if I pro-rate the cost of the Hanna Andersson ones over that same time frame, they don't seem expensive at all! Bliss for only $7.40 a year! How could you go wrong! That fun floral print is so unabashedly cheerful that it's bound to deliver sweet dreams.

Damn, I'm so good at economics, psychology, and rationalizations, I ought to run for President. But that would mean changing out of the PJs and wearing a suit all day, and you know, I'm just not up for that...

March 18, 2007