I remember the first day of spring during college.
How could I NOT.
It was as if girls had been secretly working out for months just to unveil how delicious they looked in their new spring dresses.
It was awesome. A feast for the eyes - but not in a sick sorta way, more like a, “dear God I could hump her and not be upset about making a baby … because a baby with her could do no wrong. NO wrong.”
So it’s with same enthusiasm that I annouce that I love it when girls where really nice winter clothes. And this whole boot thing of the last couple of years … yeah I’m digging it.
