It means spring fever. And that's just what's hit Maine this weekend. The beach was packed with people. Everyone was smiling. I even met a woman with a dog who was half wolf. She - the dog, not the woman - dipped her pink tongue into the ocean and then sneezed.
For me, spring fever awoke this morning with the intense desire to dress up for dinner. I mean tall boots, dress, and eye makeup. Off with the fleece, jeans, and Uggs and on with something fancy!
I called the man who works at the eyeglasses shop. (I just got a new pair).
"Hi, S?"
"Oh, Kelly, your frames aren't ready yet."
"No, well, um, I'm calling for another reason. You said you were looking for a reason to dress up. That you don't get a chance to dress up as much since you moved from New York City."
"Uh huh." He's sounding confused here.
"So I thought, why don't we grab a bite to eat and dress up together? Sounds fun, right? Good conversation, fancy clothes?"
"Oh. Oh! I am so flattered. But I have to tell you, I'm a married man, so I don't think that would be appropriate. But oh, so flattering!" Now he's sounding quite pleased with himself.
I agreed with him and hung up. I'll chalk that one up to the rising of the sap...
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