I hate spring. I would take a cold winter day over spring in a heartbeat. Because spring means weeks of miserable allergies, when my eyes get swollen, my face gets blotchy red, my nose is constantly stuffed, and I cough forever. Really, I hate spring. No matter how nice I try to look, I always end up looking like shit. Yuuuucccckkkkkk.
On the way to church this morning, I heard this old song that sounded really familiar, but that I never cared to look up. It’s that song I would only like to hear unexpectedly on the radio, and no where else.
It’s the one that goes, “Even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with you honey… In the morning when I rise, bring a tear of joy to my eyes, and tell me everything’s gonna be all right.”
I love that.
