Christmas in March

While we were still armpit deep in the bowels of winter, my delightful friend, M, wanted to go to the beach and host a bonfire.  I enjoy the beach and fire, just not in the freezing cold on an open plain.  After huddling near the fire for some time, I noticed that M had disappeared.  She reappeared minutes later dragging someone’s old Christmas tree (this was March) and promptly threw it on the fire.  She is adorable. var _gaq = _gaq || []; _gaq.push([‘_setAccount’, ‘UA-38185031-1’]); _gaq.push([‘_trackPageview’]); (function() { var ga = document.createElement(‘script’); ga.type = ‘text/javascript’; ga.async = true; ga.src = (‘https:’ == document.location.protocol ? ‘https://ssl’ : ‘http://www’) + ‘.google-analytics.com/ga.js’; var s = document.getElementsByTagName(‘script’)[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(ga, s); })();

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