It was 85 degrees here yesterday but we still have piles of unmelted snow on our property. It is a perk of living here to be driving--sweating--along in your car while looking straight ahead at an all-white Mount Washington.
The Wog has been playground-bound every day since the weather turned...some days even twice! Her father took her on Saturday morning and there was an older little girl there with one of those virtual pet things (I don't know what they're called); she was wearing it around her waist in some kind of holster. The Wog marched up to her and asked, "Is that your cellphone?"