Spring spring spring

The weather the past couple of days has been nothing short of stunning. I'm trying not to think too much about it, though, because I know that Mother Nature is just slyly dangling this 50 degree, sunny weather in front of our faces. Just when we start to slowly push our wool socks to the back of the drawer and head over to the nail salon to get our toesies painted she is going to bitch slap us with some sort of apolcalyptic blizzard.

Just wait.

As much as I long for the warmth, this little preview of my favorite season has reminded me of the reason why Summer and I have such a bittersweet relationship.

Couples.

In the past two days, every PDA-infested, nauseatingly enamored couple that has been in hybernation the past four months emerged from their resting places and paraded their undying affection right in front of me. Vomit. The hand-holding, the nuzzling, the smooches, and even the subtle little ass grabs make even the blissfully single people feel inadequate.

I believe the below picture effectively sums up my current feelings.

No emo.