Only time when we call 50 degrees warm weather

I love warm weather. Warm weather usually means 75ish, but right after Winter it means 50+. I definitely saw some Plastics at Sonic tonight in booty shorts and flip flops. They of course were complaining that it was cold. Oh brother!!
Anyways, it has been in the upper 50s here the past few days and it has put me in such a good mood. There are just so many things that I love about warmer weather...I know you are saying to yourself, "What Heather? What?" Wait no longer, here are some of the things that I love about "warm weather".

- Driving with the windows down
- Not wearing a big puffy jacket that makes me feel like I am 50 pounds heavier.
- Basketball during my breaks at work. Thanks for playing Hippo with me girls!
- Walks
- Wiffleball
- Washers, Bocce ball, Lawn Jarts, Hillbilly Golf, and other lawn games
- Being able to run outside and not on a treadmill
- Spring clothes & flip flops

I could go on and on, plus of course there are more activities for when it gets a lot warmer out. I really do think I was wired to live in California, Texas, or at least somewhere a bit further south. Hot weather does not bother me at all. Cold weather, however, makes me want to drop kick the snow and punch those stupid snowflakes in face...if they had faces of course). For those winter lovers out there, I apologize...but I think it's miserable*.

Want to know what's not miserable...Warmth!

* I really wanted to use a word like sucks or even freaking sucks. Sorry Mom. :)

We're Getting Bunk Beds

Okay so not really, but after what happened I am thinking they might not be a bad idea.

Two nights ago, around 5am or so, Ben suddenly put his hand on my back while we were sleeping. It wasn't quite a slap, but it woke me up none the less. I was thinking that he was going to put his arm around me or something...so I started to fall back asleep. He then grabbed the top of my shorts. Then he started pulling them up...then he yanked them up really hard giving me an atomic wedgie. At first I was thinking it was odd, but it wasn't until he really yanked that I said OUCH! He let go, rolled over, and kept sleeping. I couldn't believe what he had just done. Surely he was awake for that...not that it would have made since for him to do it if he were awake either. I was going to say something, but fell back asleep.

I told him about it the next day and he said he didn't remember that at all. I told the story to my Grandma when we went out to eat for my Mom's birthday...she almost fell out of her chair.

This story definitely tops him calling me Mom or when he actually told me that he couldn't hear me talking because he was sleeping. You're not sleeping if you're telling me you can't hear me.

I might pay him back some night and give him the wedgie of death in his sleep. I'll let you know how that goes.