'tis the dead of winter, and we're currently at fifty-six degrees. the universe is brown.
i could not love it more.
ok, except for if it were seventy degrees and green, but you know. when it comes to miracles, i'm really not all that picky.
truth be told, even though it is tied for my favoritest color, i don't so much like for my entire life to be brown. the trees are brown the grass is brown the puddles are brown the mud is brown the sky is brown (ok, grey, but just as depressing) the fields are brown the dying foliage in my yard is brown the bushes are brown the road is...well, black, but you get my drift.
however: fifty-six degrees. brown is good.
so right now my (brown of course) minivan is sitting out in the driveway hoping for the forecasted scattered showers to mosey along and clean it. in spite of a strategic paint job in the exact color of dust, my odyssey is so caked with dirt that even though you can't see it, you can actually sense the filth. plus also i can no longer see out the rear window, which tends to be a sign that Perhaps It's Time To Wash The Van.
(nope, no photos of the odyssey. it was too embarrassed to be photographed. plus, my kids are cuter.)
ps Other Brown Things That Are Good include hot chocolate, cold chocolate, and room-temperature chocolate. and also reese's cups.
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