20 February 2009

Spring, where art thou?

It's about that time of year when I start dreaming of a tropical island getaway. In this dream, I'm sucking down a fruity drink with an umbrella stuck in it, wearing a giant straw hat and even more giant sunglasses, lounging in a bathing suit with a steamy romance novel. I look to my right and see miles of white sandy beaches and blue ocean gently lapping at the shore, a few palm trees blowing in the breeze, and small villas in the distance. I look to my left, and what is that I see?- ah, a hot man in a white suit with a parrot on his shoulder bringing me a refill for my fruity drink on a silver platter. Ahhhhhh.