Mr.Husband calls me cute. I hate to be called cute. Alas, it is something I have grown to accept.
I'm cute, I can't help it, and it's ooookaaaaaaay.
Spring seems to have officially sprung here in DC with days consistently above 50 degrees. The change in weather has triggered some dormant cute virus slumbering in my soul.
In my soooooouuuuuuuul!!!! Muuuahhh ha ha ha haaaaaa!!!
Woah.
Anyway, spring sunshine, blooming flowers, and singing birds make me want to don my frilliest floweriest bow-adorned garments, from my head all the way to my toes.
