Z is for Zip-a-De-Do-Dah

Finally the weather has turned nice here. Blue skies, sunshine ... I broke out the sandals and pedal pushers yesterday--perhaps a bit prematurely--and rode my bike to work for the first time this year.

Today is even more perfect. As I was riding down Euclid on the morning commute, I found myself humming. I pictured the Shrimp and me in our playroom, with its key-lime-painted walls and the ABC sheers bowing in with the spring breeze, our Best of Disney Musicals album playing on our white plastic record player, over and over again. We sang and whistled along, dancing across the toybox, the gold carpet, the big round teal ottoman until Mom threatened to make us jump off the roof at the end of the song because that's what they did in the movie.