Spring Fever! (is there such a thing?)

March 21st and I'm sweating in my room.
We don't usually make sweat-while-simply-existing status until June, at least!

What is this?

Global Warming? I kiss thee.
That horrific earthquake in Japan last February? Well that's possible. I've heard rumors of how the shock waves some how jilted the earth some degree... considering I only scored a 24 on the science portion of my ACT, I'll stop trying to explain it to you now.
God's good pleasure? Yes. Probably.

Can I tell you something? I wasn't even a tiny bit sad about not going some place tropical for spring break. Save for the pang of longing I had when I realized that four of my dearest friends were vacationing in Arizona for a week, I've been perfectly content about living in my skinny jeans and cardigans and cute ankle boot moccasins in dreary drizzly march in the suburbs.

But no.

It's been 85 degrees outside, and I've even laid out in my bathing suit in the backyard. Did it do anything? No, not yet. The ozone layer is too thick from the winter still (I made that up). But still- the simple fact that it was BEFORE the first official day of spring and I was standing in front of my mirror giving myself the pre-season bathing-suit pep talk---> 

"You can do it. I know you can!"

"No. I can't. Bad. Bad. Bad. Why did I keep those Valentine's Day cookies in my room?"

"Come on! Just put on that bathing suit!"

"They're gonna see me!"

"Who is going to see you? You're in your backyard!"

"Right. But my legs."

"Yes. You have those."

"But they're hairy."

I couldn't deny that. They were hairy. I buy razor cartridges that cost $17 a pop. I use them sparingly. But the sunshine proved too tempting, and so out I went in my pasty bloaty splendor and said to myself:

"Shaving is for the birds."

I no longer stand by the mantra since the weather has been consistently warm enough for me to wear shorts and skirts of the miniature variety, and I love people too much to show them legs which haven't seen the light of day or a razor in over a week.

TMI?

I'm tossing caution to the wind! It's spring baby!