Ah. It's Spring time.
Pretty flowers = allergies. Woot.

I was never really into flowers. My mom would drive me nuts because she would always want to have a fresh bouquet of roses when guests would stay over at their house. But now, having my own place, I SO understand the whole wanting to have flowers . Damn. Another point for the "you'll understand when you're older" crowd.
So, my younger brother decided that he wanted to shave off all his hair, but I ended up convincing him that a mohawk would be
way cooler. Heh. Needless to say, when I talked to my dad earlier today, he sounded a little displeased. His exacts words were "what happened" and "is he going to fix it".

I have my first little 5k run coming up this Saturday. The hubby wants to take pictures so I guess I'll be posting those later. Depends on how crappy I look because it'll be 7am in the morning and I'll be dirty.