“The forecast calls for snow…”
I hit the power button on the remote control, effectively muting meteorologist Don Slater before he could give me any more bad news. It seemed Mother Nature wasn’t on my side for the biggest day of my little life.
No, I’m not having a baby either, much to my mother’s disappointment. She’s ready for grandbabies. Not from me. Not without a husband. And as I’ve mentioned, that’s a big IF.
And no, I’m not reinventing myself with a sexy new career like movie star or foodie talk show host. (Although I haven’t given up on that dream…I’m ready willing and able to take over for Rachel Ray when she moves on to bigger and better things, although what’s bigger than her TV show I can not imagine.)
As I mentioned earlier, today is the biggest day of my little life. Today is the day the dream I’ve held since I was eight-years/three-months old is about to come true. Today, after more than 20 years of waiting, my dog Chompers and I are going to be the grand marshals of the Hanover Falls Grand Springenfest Parade which, with great pomp and circumstance, ushers in the first day of spring. We’ll wave (well, I’ll wave and Chompers will wag) and toss out Jolly Rogers candy (don’t ask me why, other than it’s a tradition) and bask in the glow of being the MVP of the SPCA the past year. All this—and here’s the exciting part—while riding shotgun in a sleek, lemon-yellow Corvette Convertible…but only if it doesn’t snow.
You can read other EBWG authors starter sentences by clicking here.