It's been a glorious, glorious weekend. There is no greater holiday than that first warm Spring weekend, when you have a new bike to ride and the 75,000 beautiful girls in your neighborhood come out of hiding. Like cicadas, but not terrifying.
Hopefully I'll get to see Wilbur, the uber-friendly neighborhood cat, soon, because I don't need a Groundhog- Wilbur tells me when it's Summer.
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