It's happening!

Spring is (kind of) coming! A little bit!Honestly, it's things like this photo that make me feel okay about living in a place where being 40 degrees in May is somehow acceptable. Okay, but not great.Just living in a city with trees really makes a big difference in how I feel about the seasons. I really feel like I wouldn't be as excited about the fact that spring is here if I lived in a city with no greenery. I mean, it wouldn't even make that big of a difference, would it? Yea, it'd be warmer, but if you can't see the trees getting greener and the flowers blooming, what else is there to get excited about? I would totally feel like there was no reason for it to ever rain (which it's been doing constantly before this week) if I couldn't see the difference in the greenness level of the trees. Is greenness a word? I'm making it one if it isn't.SIDEBAR: Speaking of making up words, we were at a BBQ last night for a friend of a friend who was visiting for England, and we were just sitting around the bonfire chatting. I truly can't remember what the heck we were talking about, people getting hurt or something, but all of a sudden the word "mortilate" came out of Mister Man's* mouth. Now, he has the tendency to say words wrong, like saying "uncapable" instead of "incapable". I think it's so endearing when he does that, because it's just a unique part of him, and they are such little mistakes that it doesn't affect the meaning of the word. But "mortilate" is not a word. I don't even know what meaning he was trying to get across by saying that, but apparently he started using it in high school when he and some friends were demolishing a shed and it stuck.If "mortilate" can be a word, so can greenness.Today it's warm, it's sunny, Glee is on and I get to go to the Muddy Pig for a beer. Can it get any better? I don't know how.*Mister Man is what I call my boyfriend. I realize at this point that no one is reading this except me and whoever else I decide to let read it, but I figure he can keep his anonymity if I have to squawk about him. Plus, I'm really proud of that nickname.