It fucking snowed last week on the first day of spring. Like it didn't stick to the ground, but I still had to scrape my car. Well...I mean I should have scraped my car, but in protest of winter, I just made my windshield wipers do all the work, then got on the highway and was *that* asshole who lets the snow blow back on the cars behind her.
So hopefully that was the last of it. I'm not traveling anywhere this spring, but I'm psyching myself up for sandals, baseball, and summer fruit. And I'm getting myself in the mood with some sweet spring jams that you too can take with you on your travels. (And maybe if you really love them, you can pack me in your suitcase and take me away too.)
P.S. Sorry Hal, it's 45 tracks. #dealwithit