…but not quite.
Cosmo almost got me to buy their magazine. There was an astounding blurb on the cover that was almost successful. But I resisted.
I was rounding the corner into the checkout lane at the grocery store, and noticed the magazines in the racks on the end cap. While I waited to get to the conveyor, I noticed a blurb on the cover.
“His Butt!”
Yup…..I almost bought the magazine. The article purported to tell you about your relationship based on your guy’s butt. If you read the fine print, it suggested you GRASP…..or maybe it was “fondle” said butt….and then they would tell you based on his reaction what kind of relationship you have.
Who needs a magazine to tell them THAT??

No…..not the era of “I Like Ike,” or any of dozens of other possibilities, but rather…..the temperature today. I don’t know just how warm it got, but when I was out running errands it felt absolutely BALMY!
It was supposed to get to 54 degrees F. today. I suspect it might have gotten even warmer. It was a sparkling, sunny, warm day that drew people out in droves. The girls collecting carts in the grocery parking lot left their coats inside and walked with a bounce in their steps. Car windows were rolled down, and people were out walking.
Isn’t 55 an odd temperature? In the fall, when our season is closing down, and we’re headed for winter, 55 feels chilly and our bones ache. We wear coats and look for gloves and mufflers, and shift over to heavier clothing. We complain about dripping noses when we have to go out to rake up the leaves.
But in February, when it hits 55, we’re out there stripping off our coats, and lifting our faces to the sun. Snow was melting, and patches of grass appeared here and there today.
This is Mother Nature’s annual joke around this time of year. She sends us a couple of days of warm weather to remind us what we’re missing. People watch the groundhogs, in the hope that winter will end soon, but you know…..it never does.
We have six weeks of chilly weather left before we see warmer temperatures on a regular basis. But, OH! how lovely it is to be reminded that it’s coming.