I could whine about the weather because trying to push a double stroller through snow drifts in Manhattan is sort of like trying to futilely jam a new couch through your narrow front door …except your much much colder.
And no, I don’t have a new couch. I could whine about that too.
I am so damn gullible when it comes to March. I always get all happy and sing-songy in anticipation of Spring. And then winter smacks me in the face. But instead of complaining, I’ll just show you a few snapshots of my lovely, beautiful girls.
Tights and a tutu may not exactly be appropriate for snow ball throwing. But I never quite got around to buying them any snow pants this year. Rick may have spent the snow pants money on pricey vodka.
Oh wait, you actually want to hear me whine?
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