ahh, family.

i love how my father has to say 'I'm very serious about that' to reiterate the almost hilariously irritated tone of voice he has. i mean if you’re going to do that, you may as well come out and say ‘no one takes me seriously so i have to go around telling people how serious i am’. His inability to form valid arguments is laughable. and the amount of times he says 'i'm just saying' whilst overriding something someone else is saying. yes, daddy, because you're the only person who is allowed to 'just say' stuff. sorry, but i find it difficult at times to give you that 'little bit of respect' you ask for when you're screaming in my face. and someone who has been sucking face with cancer sticks since age what? 14? yeah, not terribly high up in my good books either.

i apologise for this mini-rant, it does sound rather judgemental i'm sure, but it's just how i feel, and this blog is 'a spillage of overprocessed thought'. on a happier note, spring is well and truly in the air, flowers are in bloom, the sun is shining (or was, it's night now) and it wasn't ridiculously cold today! bring on the warmer weather! bring on oh-so-pretty floral playful prints and lightweight fabric, and cherry blossoms! bring on those super-cute loose printed shorts of which i will buy multiple pairs! as much as i love frost and think it a beautiful creation of nature, i am content to bid winter a cheerful adieu as the sun makes more of a useful appearance in the way of warming me rather than just peeking out from behind the clouds occasionally to mock me on those cruelly teasing sunny but freezing winter days.

as for all those unfortunate souls who suffer from hay fever, don't be sad that it's spring. rather, dose up on zertec or whatever those anti-allergy pills are called and rejoice in warmer days, pretty flowers and the promise that summer is only a few months away...