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"April showers bring May flowers."

I know that this is something that old people (read: my grandmother) love to spout off when I complain about something. According to these people (read: know-it-alls), these are words to live by (read: unpleasant occurrences can bring about better things), but the reality of the actual weather this April has REALLY pissed me off.

April in Boston STINKS. April rain is not warm, refreshing summer rain that makes me want to run outside to splash in puddles with no clothes on. April showers in Beantown are cold and dreary, and quite frankly ... I think that flowers are DUMB. And yes, I assure you, I AM a girl.

Flowers are dumb. This is exactly what I told my eighth grade boyfriend, Steve, who bought me a dozen roses for our big four-month-anniversary. I will never forget the crestfallen look on his face when I stated "why would you give me a dumb gift that is just going to die? How typical of a man. I am sure your affections will last about as long as these flowers. You'll love me until you trade me in for a younger model, like that seventh grader with the kickass bangs that defy gravity and those hot LA Gear hightops ..." That is what reading feminist tomes at 12 can do to a young woman. I am sure I probably ruined him for life. Maybe I should look him up on MySpace. But I digress ...

This past Sunday was dark, cold, and dreary. Cold showers were predicted, and I decided that I needed to do something to perk up my afternoon, because I certainly was not leaving the house. What better to do than pretend it was summer in the apartment? I cranked up the electric heat, got into some skimpy undies and a tank top, mixed up a pitcher of mixed drinks with little umbrellas and blasted the Beach Boys "Kokomo" (don't laugh!) while dancing around in my underwear sweating profusely. Splendid! And what better way to cap off this dance session than with a WARM, soothing, relaxing, shower ... in my own bathroom. I prefer my showers to those outside.

Rain, rain, go away. I'll avoid you until the month of May! Till then, enjoy pictures from my showery afternoon. Don't forget your umbrella!

xoxo
- Tara

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