Several years ago, my husband and I threw ourselves a party. We had spent a good portion of our married life building our dream house, and we wanted to share it with everyone we ever met. So we dragged out our old wedding invitation list, added it to our Christmas card list, and had a huge summer picnic.
Life in the Boomer Lane has been so busy shoveling snow, losing gloves and stocking up on milk, toilet paper, and the makings of chocolate chip cookies, that she has failed to notice that Spring has started. Spring is the season in which all of LBL's senses undergo their yearly reawakening, and she is once again conscious that her body does not fit into any swimsuit that has been made for humans to actually wear.