Cherry Blossoms and Creepy Crawlies

There is nothing more terrifying than opening one eye to snooze your alarm for the fourth time,

and seeing a gosh-darn ANT crawling next to your face on your beloved pillow.

DEAR ANT, please get out of my personal safe/warm/snuggly/clean bubble.

I have half a mind to lecture you about the definition of an invasion of privacy,

but then I'd have to kill you. (Oh wait, I already did.)

Rant over.

{Dear universe, if this stupid ant infestation is a test to see if I'm capable of handling my twenties,

I'll just tell you right now that I can't & I vote to stay a teen forever thankyouverymuch.}

Rant really over.

Scroll back up for some more pleasing mental-picture material.

Cherry blossoms!

Our few little baby trees are pretty far off from DC's blossoms,

but oh boy are they trying their hardest. 

And they are so special -

these pictures were taken when they were already not at their fullest.

But at their peak, they were all soft and pink and fluttery.

And every time I walked by, I'd feel all "Memoirs of a Geisha," - 

a breeze would blow by and a whole lot of blossoms would drift by me,

and I swear, I've never smelled anything so sweetly, pleasantly delightful,

and everything and the world was just terrific.

And then the ants showed up.