I'd put it in a bottle if I could...I'd sell it and make millions

Today was a perfect spring day.

It was warm with a sweet breeze. The windows were open. Spot and Stella were racing around like they'd just smoked a ton of meth. Dad cooked out on the grill. Pete spent most of the day outside soaking up the sun and teasing the neighbor's dog. I read a little and wrote a little.

And watched the Cubs whip the Pirates, putting us in first place by half a game. *pumps fist*

*inhales deeply* Oh yeah, babies, that's spring.