We were talking about the recent red light days, and Dave gave me a deep thought for the day.
"Sometimes it snows in Denver."
|...and sometimes it snows in the summertime.|
At first, I didn't really get it. And then I suddenly did. I hate the snow. Snow in March, April, and May just makes me weepy or stabby. But here I am. And sometimes it does indeed snow. It happens, without fail. And it passes, without fail.
The red lights will turn. The snow will give way to blades of green. Life is good. Or, as Dave puts it, life is "wonderful, wonderful, wonderful."
There's the lesson I learned today. Sometimes it snows in Denver. Oh, and he also told me to quit dating assholes. Told me life would be more wonderful if I would pick better. Suggested maybe I make anyone after my self-imposed dating hiatus pass the test with him and with Superteen.
Two life lessons in one day. My job here is done.
Peace and love and snow and thaws, cupcakes. XOXO