Thursday, February 21, 2008

Well, at least some people are enjoying this

Warm weather. Blue skies. Toss and catch. Light jogs. Green grass. The scent swirling in the breeze redolent of something like childhood and innocence.

I mean, really, what an awful time of year. A wig, Jose? A wig? What is this, dress-up hour?

(Slowly but surely, we're getting into the spirit. There'll be fewer posts like the previous one, in which a senior writer of a venerable establishment was called an "asshat," and more pictures of smiling people who have plenty of reasons to smile.)

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