Spring has Sprung

I was sitting in the chair that I have claimed as my own, my nose in a book, waiting for lunchtime to roll around. Suddenly, I heard a sound. It was slightly familiar but I couldn't place it. Was my father working on something in the garage? Was there something flying overhead? Was there something driving past? I was so cunfused by this sound. I didn't know what it was but it made my heart feel a little lighter.

Then, it hit me.

I jumped up and dashed to the sliding door. Sure enough, that's what it was. The wind had picked up and that sound, like a thousand coins dropping from a slot machine, was actually leaves! I mean, I knew that there were leaves on the tree but not enough to rustle. It was such a long, cold winter that I found myself staring out the window thinking about the glorious sound of leaves. And now, I have them!

A few weeks ago, I bought a clearanced summer dress for $5. It was black and white and very skirtiliscious. When I got it home, I noticed that there were huge pockets on the skirt. What were these mysterious pockets for? I discovered only when a friend walked into a party with one of these contraptions on, a beer in each pocket. Suddenly, it all makes sense.