The End Has Come

Of flip-flop season that is. I had already tucked my trusty fav's into the closet in fear of big-toe frostbite, but the weatherman gave me hope yesterday morning when I heard him say "62 degrees". I immediately grabbed them from the rack and let my toes, once again, feel the glory of the open air. Yes, the walk into work was a bit cold for them, but those 60 seconds were worth the next 8 hours of heaven inside. Today, unfortunately, is supposed to get cold again so they are already back on their sacred rack getting ready for hibernation.

I have started an official countdown though.... and we're only 20 weeks away from pure happiness all over again.