My dog ate a bird this morning.  I guess that’s my disgusting sign that spring is coming.  I was on the phone with my husband, making my coffee and I look outside and see my dog eating something.  I thought it was poop, but when I went outside to get him, I realized it had feathers.  I’ll leave the dead body for Justin to retrieve and I’m going to get my dog some dental bones and new shampoo on my lunch break today.  Gross.

To get that disgusting image out of your head, I bring to you my nieces as Carrie Underwood and Taylor Swift putting on quite the concert last night:
Here are the things I was thankful for this week:
The sun is out longer and it is so much nicer after work.  I can get a run in and make dinner before it’s dark out.  Just a month ago, the sun would have been setting when I was getting home.

This was such a beautiful sunrise.  Plus, the temperature was higher than 20 degrees when we left for work.

Brackets and beer with my husband.  Remember when Harvard won?  That was the only thing I seem to have done right on my bracket.  I’m failing miserably, but it is still fun to participate.

It’s always fun when we have a first timer at Bingo.  Leah was able to join us for the afternoon of shenanigans.  Plus, she brought my husband an early birthday present to help him with his 30 before 30 list (he’s down to just two months to complete everything.)

Another sign of spring, Conny’s Creamy Cone is open for the season.  We took the dogs down there so we could indulge in fried mac & cheese wedges and a Reese’s flurry.  And yes, that hot pink sign says 26 different flavors of soft serve.  Obsessed.

I actually got home from work and was motivated to do a little spring cleaning.  I think it’s the fact that the sun was still up and I just stocked up on the Method all-purpose cleaner, which is my favorite.  Pink grapefruit and Clementine are the best scents ever.

Last night, I was driving home from the northern suburbs and had a moment at a stop light to take this picture.  The moon was so beautiful.  I spent the night with my sisters and the girls making spaghetti and I wasn’t looking forward to the long drive home to an empty house.  The moon was just so pretty and it helped my mood change a little.  I definitely jammed out to the original Wagon Wheel and sang my whole way home.